When I awoke, the room was not bright anymore. There was light, but it was dimmed, and it was quiet. Too quiet. I lifted my hand to my face and rubbed the crusted sleep out of my eyes. I lowered my hand back to my side and released a gratified sigh. My body felt so relaxed, and I knew it was because of the bed I was lying on. I smiled and lifted my hand back to my eyes and rubbed at them again. I paused mid rub, though, and opened my eyes to look at my hand.
It’s free.
I quickly sat up and lifted both of my arms and bent my legs. The black straps that tied me to the bed earlier were gone, and they left no marks on my skin, even though I had struggled to get them off. I looked around the room and found it empty. No Surkah, no Mikoh, and no Kol—the mysterious shipmaster I couldn’t bring myself to look in the eye for more than a couple of seconds. I turned to my right and let my legs dangle over the side of the bed. I gripped the bedding and carefully lowered myself to the floor.
I was extremely surprised to find the floor of the medical room was heated. I had heard that the rich and powerful had heated floors and walls to protect them from the soul-splitting cold on Earth during the harsh winter months, but never did I expect them to feel so wonderful. A shiver ran up my spine, and a sigh of delight left my lips.
This feels good.
I shook my head and focused on my main objective. I needed a weapon, and I needed one now. My eyes scanned the room, and I could see nothing that I could use to defend myself. I shifted my stance and momentarily lost my balance. I accidentally bumped into my bed, causing a thudding noise. I jumped when a bright light suddenly filled the room. I squinted, looked up, and saw the door to the room was open, and… Mikoh was standing in the way.
“What are you doing?”
Lie, Nova.
I swallowed. “Stretching my legs.”
Mikoh flicked his eyes to said legs, and I wished that the gown I was wearing was longer.
“You have stretched them, so get back into bed.”
“Don’t give me orders.”
The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.
Mikoh took a threatening step forward, and before I could think of anything else to say, I jumped onto my bed. Mikoh laughed at me and leaned his shoulder against the doorway panel. He watched me with obvious amusement while I watched him with fear. He was huge.
Seriously. Fucking. Huge.
He was taller than Surkah, who was a giant herself, and the same height as Kol, who towered over his sister with ease. I fully assessed Mikoh while he was silent. His eyes were blood red with licks of silver streaking through, his skin was a pale blue, and his hair was jet black. Mikoh’s hair was cut short, tight on the side and a little long on top. Just like Kol’s, minus the braids. His uniform was black, and the armour plates were a shiny black, which told me they were a solid material of some kind. He didn’t have a gun in a holster; instead, he had silver dagger blades strapped to his thick thighs.
He scared me to death, and he knew it.
“Are you tall for a human?” he randomly asked me.
I raised my eyebrows at the unexpected question.
“No, I’m not. I’m considered short by most.”
Mikoh nodded in understanding.
“You’re defective. I assumed something was wrong—”
“I’m not defective,” I angrily cut him off. “Some human women are as tall as Surkah, and some are shorter than I am. It is the same with human males. We all come in different shapes and sizes. Don’t discriminate.”
Mikoh features hardened. “Your tongue is dangerously close to being cut off.”
I stared at him, not knowing what to say back to his threat, but then he laughed and confused me even more.
“What is your problem?” I asked. “Why do you hate me?”
He furrowed his brows.
“I don’t hate you… I just don’t trust you.”
“You don’t trust me?” I spluttered. “I’m the one who was kidnapped by your people, and now I’m being held here and ordered to stay in this bed by you. Who shouldn’t trust who here?”
Mikoh lips twitched. “You’re fierce for such a little being.”
I narrowed my eyes. “If you call me little one more time, you’ll be sorry.”
This caused Mikoh to laugh. Loudly.
I heard a little commotion outside the room, and I watched as Mikoh leaned his head back and looked down the hallway to see what was making the noise, and whatever it was had caused him to sigh.
“It is too early for you to be growling at me, darling one.”
Not what, the sound came from who, and I had a good idea who that person was.
“I have tended to my other charges alone, yet I find you here. It is barely sunrise, and you’re bothering Nova again,” Surkah’s voice bellowed in a low tone. “I don’t care that she is the only human who does not whimper in your presence, you can’t bother her just because she impresses you. You’re asking to be attacked by me, Mikoh.”
Mikoh is impressed by me?
He laughed gruffly. “I’m always asking for you to attack me.”
“You’re being improper.”
“I’d say my thoughts for you are surely proper, my intended.”
“Step aside, you insufferable male.”
Mikoh laughed merrily but did as requested. Surkah entered the room, wearing the same navy uniform she wore the last time I saw her. She smiled when she saw I was awake, and she crossed the room to the side of my bed.
“Your colour has returned to your face.”
Memories flashed through my mind.
I felt my cheeks stain with heat. “Yeah, um, sorry about the whole fainting thing.”
Normally, I prided myself on how tough I was, but even I could relent to my body shutting down in the situation I was in. Stress could do crazy things to a person, but to me, it rendered me unconscious.
“Do not apologise; it is my brother, and Mikoh, who should apologise to you for fighting in front of you when they know you are not accustomed to the Maji way… and weak from blood loss.”
I waved my hand. “It’s okay.”
It wasn’t okay at all. It still totally freaked me out, but I wasn’t about to tell the Maji that.
“It’s not,” Surkah said with a huff. “We want humans to feel safe with us, and their behaviour did the opposite of that.”
I looked at Mikoh when he sighed from the doorway.
“Surkah’s right. I apologise.”
Surkah spun to face him. “What did you just say?”
“You heard me,” Mikoh said with a roll of his eyes.
“I did.” Surkah nodded. “But I want to hear you say it again.”
“Aggravating female,” he grumbled before he turned and left the room.
Surkah turned back to me as the door closed, and she had a big smile on her face.
“That felt good. He has never once admitted that I am right about something.”
I snorted.
“How are you feeling physically?” she asked as her eyes scanned over me.
“Great,” I replied. “I feel well rested for the first time in a long time.”
“Are you hungry?”
As if on cue, my stomach rumbled in response, and Surkah chuckled.
“I wanted to have food brought to this room, but the shipmaster would like for you to be immersed into the population aboard the Ebony, so you aren’t confined. And as you’re not wounded any longer, you will no longer need to stay in the medical bay.”
My heart jumped, but I made sure to keep my expression worried instead of eager. I didn’t need Surkah suspecting that I was planning to escape the second I got a weapon and the chance presented itself. Getting out of the medical room would surely open me up to many chances.
“Um,” I said unsurely. “I don’t know.”
Being in a room full of humans was not something I ever wanted to be a part of, but being in a room full of humans and Maji even more so. There was no way I could escape if there were eyes all around me. Especially Maji eyes. They didn’t seem to miss a thing, and I hated that.
Surkah placed her hand on my shoulder. “I will not let anyone harm you, Nova.”
I didn’t trust Surkah. I knew she and the other Maji were up to something, but I felt conflicted because she didn’t seem to be malicious. My gut told me she was the genuine female she appeared to be, but I couldn’t overlook that she and the other Maji were keeping something from me.
“Okay,” I said softly.
“Oh, and I want you to know that I disagree with what Mikoh said yesterday. Your name is beautiful.”
My lips twitched. “You’re very sweet, thank you.”
“He can be very… difficult to deal with.”
“I’m sure you’re putting that mildly,” I deadpanned.
“Maji is a male dominant race, so it’s ingrained in them to be stubborn I guess.”
“I kind of feel bad for you since you have to marry him.”
“Do not feel bad. Mikoh is a dominant male, but a male’s mate is really the Maji who is in charge. When Mikoh and I mate, he will do everything in his power to see that I am happy and he will grovel when I am not. If he makes a decision I am not happy with, he would only do it once it’s for our family’s best interest.”
That drew a surprised laugh out of me. “That sounds like human men, the grovelling part anyway.”
Surkah smirked. “Males will use mating as a way to make us forgive them. We love touching one another and need sex often, so when a female is upset with her mate, he will go to great lengths to be close to her and be sweet and gentle. Females have so much power over her mate; she is his heart, so he will do just about anything for her.”
My heart fluttered.
“That’s romantic,” I said. “In a weird, sexy kind of way.”
Surkah giggled. “I was once told a story by my eldest brother, Ryla, that I think you would enjoy. Around forty-two years ago, my father greatly upset my mother because he missed a planned meal with her. It was the four-hundredth year since their mating, and he missed it. Ryla told me she cried a lot, and it distraught him and my other brothers who wanted to beat my father for bringing her pain. When he got home, and he realised the day, he went almost as white as your skin. He tried to make it right, but Mother refused to talk to him for three whole weeks. She withheld sex from him—even though she needed sex for release so she wouldn’t feel discomfort, she somehow stayed strong. My father took it as a respected male and waited for her permission to touch her, but still, she refused. The final straw for my father was when my mother smiled at other males during the monthly banquet meal between the royals and the Guard. He dropped to his knees before her in the great hall, in front of everyone, and begged her forgiveness because her smiles were only meant for him, and he hated that another could receive them. He poured out his heart to her and told her there was no other female he would rather spend all his days with. They conceived me that very night.”
I smiled widely. “I like that story.”
“Me too; it reminds me that when I want to throttle Mikoh, he will treat me like that too. Soon enough, I will become his whole life, and he will become mine.”
I eyed Surkah. “I know he is your intended and has been forever, but do you want him to be?”
She didn’t reply to me with words, but instead, she blushed, and that was a clear answer to me.
“You do!” I gasped. “You like him.”
Her blush darkened.
“Do not tell him,” she pleaded in a hushed whisper. “He would never let me forget it.”
“I won’t say a word.” I beamed.
“Do you think he is attractive?” she asked then quickly added, “I will not be angry with your answer.”
The thought of the Maji being attractive never crossed my mind, but I didn’t think of Mikoh when I thought of what I found attractive in a Maji. I was thinking of Kol with his tall, muscular body, his strong jaw, high cheekbones, plump lips, and his large hypnotising violet eyes. Yeah, the Maji was an attractive species, and Kol was hotter in ways I never knew were possible.
“I think he is very attractive,” I said to Surkah, switching my thoughts to Mikoh, “but his attitude needs a lot of work.”
Surkah laughed merrily. “I tell him that often. He is too serious.”
“And sarcastic.”
Surkah nodded, smiling wide.
“I really like this,” she told me. “I have been waiting for my brothers to mate so I could have a sister-in-mate to talk to. It can get very tiresome in a family full of males.”
“I haven’t had anyone to really talk to since my father died, but before my family passed away, I was surrounded by men, so I understand how you feel.”
Conversation with my father had only been short and sweet after Zee died, but for the two extra days I had with him before the sickness claimed him, I talked to him all the time, even though I knew he probably couldn’t hear me. Him just being there was enough.
Surkah reached over and pressed her hand on top of mine, startling me from my thoughts.
“I hurt for you, Nova.” She frowned. “I feel pain just thinking about my father passing. I cannot fathom my life after him, so I truly hurt for you.”
Don’t cry.
I cleared my throat. “Thanks, Surkah, but I’m okay. I’ll see him again someday.”
“How?” she quizzed.
“In Heaven,” I said.
“I’ve never heard of a planet called Heaven. Is it recently discovered?
“It’s not a planet, but my father is there.”
“Is he not dead?”
“He is.”
“Then how will you see him again on a planet that does not exist? I am very confused.”
I laughed.
“Heaven is a belief,” I informed Surkah. “I believe my father is with the Almighty in Heaven. It is a very old belief on Earth and—”
“Oh!” Surkah cut me off excitedly. “Your Almighty is to you what my Thanas is to me. He is the keeper and protector of Maji. When our bodies die, our spirit goes to be with Thanas to assist him in protecting the people.”
I smiled widely. “Yes, that is exactly it.”
“Then I agree that you will see your father again someday.” She patted my leg. “Come. I will show you to the cleansing unit and how to work it. I’m sure you wish to get clean before we go and eat breakfast.”
I tried not to appear too eager at the possibility of getting clean.
I winced. “I bet I smell bad.”
Surkah shook her head. “You smell better than when I first met you. I had to really scrub you down with rags.”
The female widened her eyes the second the words left her mouth, and purple stained her sculpted cheeks. I laughed loudly at her slip of the tongue.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” I told her. “I know I smell bad, and trust me, I’ve smelled this way for a long time. It is hard to come across a working cleansing unit back on Earth. The ones that do work require payment to use them, and I have no credits to my name nor did I want to sell my body to be clean because I wouldn’t feel clean no matter how hard I scrubbed my skin if I had to do that.”
Surkah stared at me with wide eyes.
“You’ve… You’ve had a hard life, Nova.”
I didn’t think my life was hard, just certain aspects of it.
“I’ve had it hard on most days, but I’m still alive and kicking. That’s got to count for something, right?”
“Right.”
Surkah got me to my feet from the bed and walked across the room with me to the far side of the room. I had no idea what she was doing until we came a few steps away from the dead end, when out of nowhere the wall automatically opened. I jumped, and Surkah laughed at me. I entered the room with her and found it looked nothing like a cleansing unit on Earth. First of all, there was no knobs, buttons, or even a showerhead. It was just an empty corner.
I looked at Surkah. “Where is the cleansing unit?”
She laughed once more and stepped into the space that looked to be where the unit would usually be. As soon as she stood still, the ceiling opened above her and a huge chrome showerhead lowered. I looked at Surkah when she said, “Put your hand on any part of the wall, and it will automatically start the unit. The temperature of your body will be scanned as soon as your hand touches the wall, and the unit will adjust the water temperature to your perfect setting. For hair and body wash, you say ‘cleanse,’ and a small amount of it falls with the water but provides a huge amount of product when cleaning. When you’re finished, press your hand against the wall again, and it will turn the unit off.”
“That’s … amazing.”
Surkah didn’t look like she thought it was amazing, but she humoured me by smiling widely.
“The wash gel has restorative properties in it,” she mentioned. “It will aid your broken skin in healing. We made that adjustment when we brought you humans aboard; many of you have really bad skin conditions, and tiny pests that live in your hair, but one use of this medicated wash gel will aid your skin greatly, and it will kill the pests.”
“That’s even more amazing!”
When Surkah left the room, I stripped down and stepped into the unit. I followed her instructions and pressed my hand against the wall. I jumped when water began to fall onto my head. It reminded me of the time I stood under a waterfall; only the water was perfectly heated. I groaned as my ideal setting of heated water matted my hair to my head. I spoke the verbal command for some hair and body wash, and I smelled it the second it fell. It reminded me of a mixture of fruits that used to grow on Earth.
Surkah mentioned she had cleaned me when I arrived aboard the craft, but she barely got off a couple of layers of grime because the dirt was still matted into the creases of my skin, and I still stank to the high heavens. My hair was tangled in clumps, and where my fingernails and toenails weren’t chipped or broken, dirt was packed under them. Sections of skin were dry and flaky while others had open sores from the dirt. I was so grateful for the healing properties of the wash gel because my skin was an awful mess.
On a personal mission to be clean for the first time in a long time, I lathered my skin and hair with the suds and used a rough version of a sponge that was on the floor to scrub my body clean. It took a long time, and that was mainly because I was using my fingers to detangle my hair. When I was grime free, and my skin was raw from scrubbing, I turned the unit off then stepped out and yelped when hot air began to blow down on me from above. I was surprised by the automatic dryer, but I stood still until my hair and body were free of water droplets. It took less than a minute to fully dry me, and it didn’t even burn my skin!
When the dryer stopped, a small section of the wall opened to reveal a mirror and a cabinet. I stared at my reflection for a few minutes, shocked at how different I looked. I looked younger, fresher… healthier. Focusing on the cabinet, I opened it and found a bunch of items. I opened a few bottles, but I had no idea what the products inside did, so I steered clear of them. I did gasp with delight when I spotted a small pair of scissors. It was the first weapon I had come across, and I was thankful for it.
Finally, I won’t be helpless if I need to defend myself.
Next to the scissors was a large hairbrush. Looking almost brand new with all its bristles, it aided greatly in my effort to detangle my long brown hair. It took a further ten minutes, and a lot of my hair had to be cut from my head with the small scissors when certain clumps couldn’t be detangled. My scalp burned like a bitch from the scrubbing and detangling, but I was so pleased when the brush eventually slid through my hair from root to tip with ease.
It was the first time in a very long time I was able to achieve that.
The surprises didn’t stop there either. I spotted funny looking nail clippers, and I took my time to clip all my finger and toenails. I picked up a small jar that had little sticks with soft blue padding on the end of them; the padding smelled nice, but I didn’t know what they were supposed to be used for. I tried to use a small cloth to clean out the water in my ears, but when I couldn’t get inside, I used the little sticks, and they worked like a charm. I was positively giddy with excitement when I spotted a brand-new toothbrush. Like everything else, it was bigger and looked weirdly shaped, but it was perfect. I didn’t need any paste on it to clean my teeth, when it was wet, the tops of the bristles glistened with a mint scented gel. It was a strong possibility that I spent longer brushing my teeth, gums, and tongue than I did showering.
When I wrapped myself in a gigantic towel that was softer than any fabric I had ever felt before in my life and gripped my scissors, I re-entered the room I slept in and blinked when I saw a small bundle of clothes placed on my bed.
I changed into the clothes provided for me, though I wondered where the Maji got them in my size when they just arrived here two days ago. It amused me that I was wearing a similar uniform to the male Maji—only mine was dark grey, and I had no armour plating like theirs did. It was soft and easy to move around in. It had pockets in the pants too, so I safely tucked my scissors inside a pocket and patted it. There was no underwear, no shoes, or socks, so with a shrug, I walked over to the doorway. When it opened, I hesitantly stepped into the white hallway and straight away noticed the silver and black pipes that ran along the ceiling. I knew they had an important purpose, but I couldn’t help but marvel at how pretty they looked against the white background that surrounded them.
Sudden growling gained my attention. I turned my head and blinked at Mikoh and Surkah who were facing off just outside the med bay room. It looked like she would rip his throat out if she was given the chance.
“Uh… hi.”
Surkah looked at me and beamed, but Mikoh continued to stare her down.
“Thanas, you look excellent, Nova,” she practically sang with joy. “So… clean! You smell wonderful! And your hair is so beautiful. I have never seen such a pretty shade of brown before. Your clothes fit you perfectly, too.”
I blushed something fierce as I looked down at myself then at Surkah and said, “Thanks. I’ve never had clothes without mending patches on the worn sections. I love them.”
She beamed at me and then looked back at Mikoh. “Excuse us. We’re going to break our fast alone—”
“I’m accompanying you both.”
Surkah stomped her foot on the ground after Mikoh cut her off, and it caused my lips to twitch. She might be almost forty years old, but her action just made her appear like the teenager she looked.
“I want to go on my own with Nova. I never get to spend time alone with another female.”
“I won’t speak or engage in anything you both do, but I’m accompanying you both. Your safety is my number one priority.”
“Please.”
“This is not up for discussion, female.”
“Mikoh.”
“Surkah.”
“My intended,” she growled softly and stepped closer to him, putting her back to me. “I will be very thankful if you grant me this.”
Mikoh sucked in a deep breath, and I momentarily wondered where Surkah’s right hand went to until I heard Mikoh’s struggle for breath. I grinned and looked down as I scuffed my toes against the heated floor, trying to give them as much privacy as I could without walking away.
“My female,” he hissed. “The answer is still…”
I muffled a giggle with my hand when his answer was a groan instead of a word.
“What is your answer, my male?” Surkah purred.
She purred, like a cat.
“Thanas damn me, but it’s… no.”
Surkah stopped whatever she was doing to Mikoh, and I heard his strangled whine of protest as she dropped her hand and shoved past him. She was pissed at his decision, but to be honest, no one looked more annoyed than Mikoh at the current moment. It meant his hanky-panky was indefinitely cut short.
I pretended not to see Mikoh adjust the front of his pants for two reasons. One, because it was private and he didn’t need me gawking at him. Two, because the outline of his penis was shockingly large. He didn’t trust me as it was, so I didn’t want him not to trust me and think I was a pervert.
“Shall I lead the way?” he asked Surkah through gritted teeth as he mockingly bowed.
She grabbed my hand and tugged me along with her. I had to jog to keep up with her long strides. I heard Mikoh’s low chuckles as he followed closely behind, but he said nothing further. We walked down long hallways, passing by a few males who were dressed in the same uniform as Mikoh and had serious expressions on their faces. I jumped when two of them fisted their hands, lifted their right arms over their chest, roughly pressed their close fists against their bodies, and bowed their heads. I looked at Surkah as she walked by them without so much as a glance their way.
Weird.
I moved closer to Surkah when we entered a large mess hall lined with tables and chairs that were occupied by Maji on the left side of the room and some human women on the right side. There were faces everywhere, human and Maji, but only the Maji stood, put their hands over their chests, and bowed their heads. Again, I looked at Surkah. She had told me she was a princess, but at that moment, I fully grasped that she really was a freaking princess.
I found it cool, but that emotion was wiped away when I took in the Maji. There were so many of them, and they were all so big, muscular, and damn tall. If they decided to kill every human in sight, not one us would stand a chance.
Surkah suddenly turned to face me when she inhaled.
“What do you fear?” she demanded.
I hated her heightened sense of smell.
“It’s just crowded in here, but I’m fine. I promise.”
Big. Fat. Lie.
I had to remember that my fear gave off a scent she could easily detect. I also had to suck it up. I couldn’t afford to become an annoying burden to the Maji; I didn’t want any extra attention from them. I sat with Surkah and Mikoh and was surprised when a male brought us three trays of food. I noticed he gave Surkah’s tray to Mikoh, and that he pointedly ignored her. As a matter of fact, every male in the room made it their business to look away from our table. A few of them even moved tables to get further away from us.
“You weren’t joking about no other male looking at you,” I mumbled to Surkah.
She chuckled. “They might be curious if Mikoh weren’t here, but they fear him.”
“I can’t imagine why,” I said dryly.
Surkah snorted, Mikoh grumbled to himself, and I grinned.
Surkah dug into her breakfast, but Mikoh didn’t. He looked at me like he was waiting for me to start eating before he would even consider beginning. I was hesitant because I had no idea what I was about to consume, and I didn’t know if I wanted to know. There was a thick-cut, dark brown piece of meat of some kind with a white sauce over it and some substance that looked like mashed potatoes but was a little creamier and was blood red. My instincts told me not to eat it, that it could be laced with drugs, but the rational side of my brain told me the Maji didn’t need to go to great lengths to knock me out if they wanted to. Another quick glance around the mess hall told me the food was fine because other humans were happily eating it.
With an emphasis on the happy.
“It’s good,” Surkah said when she saw I wasn’t eating. “The other humans have said, and I quote, the ‘nicest food ever.”
My lips quirked as I picked up my funny looking knife and fork. I cut up some thin strips of the meat and gathered some of the red mash and white sauce onto my fork and tucked it into my mouth. Flavour instantly burst over my taste buds, and I couldn’t help but groan. It was so good.
“The nicest food ever?” Surkah asked, a teasing grin playing on her lips.
I bobbed my head, making her and Mikoh chuckle. She and the human women were right; it was the nicest food ever. Granted, I only ate what could be grown in bad soil or whatever small, malnourished game I could catch and kill on Earth, but even on my hungriest of days, food never tasted as spectacular as this.
I cleared my plate in minutes, and I looked at Mikoh when I felt his eyes on me. He had nearly finished his own food at this point, but his focus was back on me and not his food. I didn’t get a chance to say anything to him because he suddenly stood and walked over to the food buffet. The males that were queuing up for food moved aside when he approached. He gathered more food onto a tray and brought it back over to me. He silently put it in front of me and removed the now empty one.
“Eat,” he said gruffly after I thanked him.
I continued eating because I was still very hungry. I managed to clear three-quarters of the food piled tray, but that was the best I could do without becoming violently sick and throwing everything I just ate back up.
“Thank you,” I said to Mikoh once more.
He nodded, still eating, but he was clearly tense.
“He does not like that you were so hungry,” Surkah said to me, seeing my confusion at his attitude.
“Oh,” I said. “It’s okay. Being hungry is pretty much a permanent thing on Earth for common folk like me.”
Mikoh growled but said nothing.
“Females are fed first on Ealra,” Surkah explained. “If there was only enough food for one, it would go to the female. If the food was in short supply, males would refuse to eat anything until our hunger was sated first.”
My chest warmed, realising Mikoh did just that. He waited for me to begin eating before he even considered touching his own food, and I knew even though he wasn’t my biggest fan, if we were stranded and there was only enough food for two people, he would make sure it went to me and Surkah. I didn’t like that I was seeing him in that light. I wanted to keep Mikoh and the rest of the Maji under one category: dangerous.
“That’s really sweet,” I said and looked at Mikoh. “You get angry easily, and you have a serious attitude problem, but I think you’re very sweet.”
He glared at me, and it made me smile.
“I’m still hungry,” Surkah suddenly announced. “I think I’ll get seconds, too.”
She got up and headed towards the buffet, and of course, Mikoh was right by her side. I chuckled, shook my head, and turned back to the table, startling when I found I wasn’t alone.
“Hello, little one.”
Kol was sitting across from me, his eyes locked on mine and a tray of food in front of him.
Where the hell did he come from?
I gasped. “Majesty Kol… I mean Shipmaster Kol… I mean… Shipmaster.”
Kol’s violet eyes shone with amusement.
“You may call me Majesty Shipmaster Kol if you wish. That will be interesting to hear.”
I knew he was teasing me, and my cheeks heated because of it.
“I’ll stick to shipmaster, thank you very much.”
His lips twitched. “You have used a cleansing unit.”
I blushed. “You can smell the difference, huh?”
“And see it,” he replied, his eyes rolling over me slowly. “Your skin is so clear, and your loose hair is framing your face. I like it. I have never seen that shade of brown before.”
I swallowed and said nothing further.
“Has my sister informed you of the changes today?”
“Uh-huh,” I mumbled. “She said she’d show me to my new room later.”
“I don’t think she will be able to do that any longer.”
My head jerked up. “Why not?”
“Because more humans have come aboard today, as you can see, and a lot of them are greatly injured or have a severe illness. The three other healers aboard are now at max capacity of how many humans they can take in their charge. Surkah will need to heal many to aid them, and she will need plenty of rest before the day is over.”
I didn’t like it, but I nodded in understanding.
“I will have a strong male escort you,” Kol continued.
I felt myself begin to sweat at the thought of being alone with a male whom I had never met before.
“What are you scared of?”
That stupid scent of fear was pissing me off.
“I’m fine.”
“Do not lie to me, little one.”
I rolled my eyes. “My name isn’t little one; it’s Nova.”
“Okay,” Kol said curtly. “What troubles you, Nova?”
When I hesitated to reply, Kol said, “Remember, no lying.”
I blew out a breath of frustration, and absentmindedly placed my hand over the scissors in my pocket.
“I’m just nervous about this male you’re assigning to escort me. I mean, has he met a human woman before? Does he even like my species?”
What if he doesn’t and kills me the second he gets me alone?
“No, he has never met a human woman, but like the rest of the people, he is interested in learning about your species. Besides, even if he didn’t like humans, it would not make a difference. He will be under orders to protect you, and even if he wasn’t under orders, he’d still protect you as you’re a female. Maji males would never harm a female of any species.”
I didn’t believe him. Everyone was capable of hurting someone else, humans and Maji alike.
“Can I not just wait around for Surkah?” I asked, looking down at my tray. “I feel safe with her.”
I wasn’t exactly lying. I did feel safe with Surkah—well, as safe as I could be in the company of a shady alien.
Kol sighed. “Surkah is on duty in the med bay for the rest of the day.”
I frowned but didn’t respond.
“Eat your food,” he prompted after a few moments. “I’ll escort you to your new quarters when you’re finished … unless you have a problem with me?”
I jerked my head upright and looked at him.
“No, I’ve no problem at all,” I gushed. “Thank you so much.”
Kol nodded then turned and resumed eating his food. I couldn’t take another bite of my food, so I scanned the room instead, noticing how the males stared at the human females with obvious interest. A lot of the women were oblivious to the eyes focused on them, but a handful were aware of the attention. One woman with dark skin was coyly smiling at a grey skinned male with blood red hair that was styled like Kol’s—short cut, tight on the sides, longish on top. I swallowed when he stood and crossed the short distance over to the woman who was focused on his every movement. When he reached her, he leaned down and said something into her ear to which she nodded happily, took his outstretched hand, and together they walked out of the room.
“It’s not nice to stare.”
I jumped when Kol’s voice startled me.
“I wasn’t … I didn’t …Um—”
“You lie a lot,” Kol said, his voice surprisingly soft.
“I’m not lying, I just—”
“You were curious,” he finished. “You watched a male approach a willing female and leave with her.”
“Yeah, but he is…”
“He is what?”
“A Maji and she is human,” I said with a shake of my head. “You don’t think that’s a little… gross?”
“What does gross mean?” Kol quizzed.
“Something that is disgusting.”
I instinctively leaned back when Kol’s features hardened, and a growl escaped him.
“There is nothing disgusting about a couple mating,” he said, his eyes narrowing.
“Between a Maji couple it’s not, and between a human couple it’s not, but it is to do it with another species.”
“Says who?”
I blinked. “Says me.”
“And you speak for your entire species?”
“What? No, of course not, I’m just being—”
“Judgmental.”
I pushed away from the table, my chair scraping loudly against the floor.
“Who the hell do you think you are?” I snapped at Kol who placed his funny looking knife and fork down next to his tray. “You can’t talk to me like that. I don’t give a damn if you’re a prince, a shipmaster, or the Almighty himself.”
“Sit down, Nova,” he said, his voice scarily deep. “You’re making a scene.”
“Sweetheart, you haven’t seen nothing yet.”
I spun away and stalked towards the exit of the mess hall very aware that all eyes were on me. I reached into my pocket, fisted my hand around my scissors, and sped up when I heard a lone chair scrap against the floor. My gut told me it was Kol and that he was coming after me. I got out into the hallway, and something inside me screamed at me to run, so I did.
“Nova!”
Oh, fuck.