Lina sat in the top turret, staring up at the green crystals. She pulled her legs up onto the seat and wrapped her arms around them before resting her chin on her knees. She had sought a place where she could be alone for a little while.

“What am I going to do?” she whispered to herself.

The incident over an hour ago had shaken her. There was no doubt in her mind that he had spoken to her from the heart. He loved her. The big Trivator warrior loved her. But… what did she feel for him?

Tears burned her eyes when she tried to come to terms with everything that had happened. She knew she was physically attracted to him. Their lovemaking was hot enough to scorch the inside of the ship. She enjoyed being around him. He had a good sense of humor, something that had definitely taken her by surprise, but he was also considerate to others, caring, and unselfish. It was a side of him she hadn’t wanted to see.

“Why? Why is this happening to me?” she pleaded.

She rubbed her eyes. Bowing her head, she blindly stared at the weapon controls. She had given up on love. She had built a wall of ice around her heart. How could this wounded Trivator—one tied to the very heartache she had dealt with for so long—touch her the way he did? She should hate him.

“Out of every person in the universe, why did it have to be him?” she muttered, wiping at a tear that escaped down her cheek.

She closed her eyes and let the memories come. Memories that she had sealed behind the same wall of ice that she’d thought encased her heart. No matter how hard she braced herself for what came with the memories, it still hit her like shards of metal piercing her body and sucking the life from her.

“Leon, help me understand,” she begged.

Earth—ten years before:

Lina looked up at Leon. In the faint glow from the moon, he still took her breath away. His light brown, shaggy hair drooped down over his forehead. She needed to give him a haircut. His hair grew so fast and stuck out everywhere, no matter how hard he tried to comb it. It was probably because he was always running his hands through it.

He loved the freedom of running the streets at night. He was always trying to get closer to the Trivators. Personally, she didn’t understand why. The aliens scared her. They were big and looked mean.

There was one she had been watching lately down near the river. He was different from most of the others. Usually, he wore his hair long and unbound. He was also broader in the chest than most of the others and had muscles on top of muscles. Unlike the other warriors who wore a vest to protect themselves against the chilled winds coming off of Lake Michigan, he only wore a leather harness for his weapons, and his pants were low-slung.

Several of the other girls had talked about him. Hell, Mirela and Mechelle had dragged her out to go check him out three times so far. Tim had given her hell when he caught them returning from the waterfront. Colbert was causing issues, and he wanted her to stay close to the main base.

She did, except when she was with Leon. The nights were theirs. They would find spots to spy on the Trivators before finding a place where they could lay out under the stars, dream, and hold each other close. Leon’s favorite place of all was the Adler Observatory along the banks of Lake Michigan.

That was where they had been heading again tonight, until they saw several Trivators, including the one with the long black hair, patrolling the area. Now they were hiding in the parking garage a few blocks away from the observatory, waiting for Trivators to pass. She slid down along the short wall of the parking garage and looked at Leon.

“I know you’ve always dreamed of going, but… what about me…? What about us?” she asked.

The thought of what it would be like to leave Earth and possibly never see it, her brother, or her friends again scared her. She looked up when Leon turned and grabbed her hand. He pulled her close, bending to press a kiss to her lips.

“We’ll go together,” he promised, his eyes glittering with excitement.

“You’re crazy,” she whispered with a rueful grin. “And how do you plan on doing this marvelous thing? You know Tim will probably have us both locked up if he even knew you were thinking of leaving the planet, especially with me.”

“Tim, Destin, Colbert, blah, blah, blah. They have no sense of adventure. Think of what it would be like, Lina.” He turned and waved his hand up at the sky. “To see the stars up close. To go where no one has ever gone before….”

“Except the aliens and all the other aliens,” she couldn’t help but interject.

“Except for everyone else,” he chuckled. “We could see the universe, Lina! Not Paris or Rome or Key West, but the universe!”

Her heart melted when he turned to look at her. His whole face was lit up with excitement. Leaning forward, she tangled her hands in his hair and kissed him with a passion that shook both of them.

“I want to be your wife, Leon. Tonight,” she murmured against his lips. “I do want to go with you to the stars. As long as we are together, we’ll make our own world.”

Leon started to reply when the sound of someone kicking a tin can drew their attention. They scrambled to their feet when three men and a woman appeared out of the shadows between two cars. Leon pushed Lina behind him.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here? Some lovebirds,” the woman mocked.

Lina’s gaze narrowed in anger. The girl wasn’t much older than she was but she looked rough. She had grown up on the streets as well, but there were still parts that Tim and Destin protected her from and this was one of them.

“We were just leaving,” Leon said, sliding to the side.

“I don’t know what your hurry is. It looks like a fine night for a little fun,” one of the men said, spitting on the ground.

“Destin and Tim will be expecting us,” Lina said, hoping that dropping Destin and her brother’s name would be a deterrent.

The four looked at each other and chuckled. “I guess you’ll just have to be fashionably late,” the woman replied, eyeing Leon with a wicked smile. “I’m feeling like having a little fun with nerd boy here.”

Lina gripped Leon’s arm and pulled him several steps away from the group. They had two advantages in their favor. They were fast and they knew the area. If they could get away far enough from this group, they could disappear in the rubble of the city.

The man standing next to the woman must have realized they might try to run because he lifted his hand, showing the gun he held. The menacing laughter grew when they heard Leon and her take in a swift breath. Lina’s mind raced as she tried to think of a way out.

“Help! We need help!!” Leon shouted, his voice echoing through the otherwise quiet night.

She was surprised when Leon suddenly yelled at the top of his voice. She could tell that his shout for help was not what the other four were expecting either. The man with the gun lowered his arm and looked at his friends.

Twisting around, Leon grabbed her arm and pulled her after him. They ran like the hounds of hell were on their heels. She heard the woman curse and the sound of pounding feet behind them.

Leon jumped over the low wall and reached for her. She grabbed his extended hand, and they took off down the deserted street lined with broken down, abandoned cars and the crumbled remains of buildings. Darting behind a large truck, they turned down a narrow alley.

“Turn left,” she said.

They turned left at the end of the alley and dashed across the street. Behind them, she could hear the heavy sound of breathing. They had made it two blocks when she tripped on a loose piece of concrete. Her hand slipped from his and she fell, twisting at an odd angle. Sharp pain lanced through her ankle, and she bit her lip hard enough to make it bleed in an effort to keep the cry of pain from escaping.

“Come on,” Leon quietly encouraged her.

She tried to stand, but the pain in her ankle was too much and she fell again, bruising her knees. Shaking her head, she motioned for him to keep going. Her ankle was throbbing, and she wasn’t sure if it was just sprained or broken.

“Go, I’ll hide,” she whispered, fighting back the tears of pain.

Leon looked around before he peered back down at her. “I’ll lead them away. Be safe and don’t make a sound,” he instructed, straightening and turning away.

Lina watched Leon disappear down the street. He waited until he was near the intersection before he yelled for help again. She slid under a delivery truck, half lying on the ground behind the front driver’s tire.

She sucked on her tender lip when she saw three sets of feet run by her. Panic filled her when she didn’t see the fourth person. The sound of dry laughter pulled her attention to the end of the street in the direction Leon had taken. The fourth person emerged from around the corner of the intersection. The guy must have run down the other street in an effort to cut them off.

“I was the fastest running back in my high school. I guess I still have it,” the man chuckled.

“Where’s the girl?” the woman demanded.

“What do you want with us? We haven’t done anything to you! Hell, isn’t the world bad enough without making it worse?” Leon demanded in a loud voice.

“Why’s he talking so loud?” one of the guys who hadn’t said anything before asked.

The woman turned to Leon and struck him across the face. “Shut up. Where’s the girl?” she demanded.

Leon rubbed his jaw. Lina bit her lip when he didn’t say anything. She scooted forward when the man behind him struck Leon hard enough to send him to his knees.

“She asked you where the girl was!” the man said.

Leon looked over his shoulder and scowled. “She also told me to shut up. Which is it? Shut up or answer her?” he snapped.

“Trivator forces. Show your hands,” a deep, accented voice ordered from the shadows.

Lina’s breath caught in her throat and her eyes widened with hope. That was why Leon had been yelling. He’d known the Trivators were scouting the area. He knew they would stop the four from harming them.

“Fuck that! Aliens!” the man said, turning and aiming his weapon toward the Trivator emerging out of the shadows.

“Kill them,” the woman yelled, lifting her own weapon.

Lina watched in horror as the group opened fire on the warriors. Leon rose up off the ground and grabbed the woman’s wrist. They fought, the gun in her hand going off several times while the Trivators returned fire.

Everything happened so quickly. Leon swung the woman’s arm around and to the side. Two of the alien warriors stepped out, firing at them. The woman’s body jerked several times and she started to fall. Lina saw Leon stumble back when one of the bolts from the laser fire hit him in the shoulder. The continued sound of gunfire rang out for several more seconds. Leon’s body jerked again, this time a dark patch opening up in the center of his chest.

His shocked gaze locked with hers as he sank to his knees. His hand lifted toward her, as if he was trying to touch her one last time. Lina uttered a gasping sob and scooted forward, trying to get out from under the truck.

A silent scream of denial reverberated through her as Leon slowly fell face first in the street. Out of the shadows of one of the buildings a tall, muscular alien with long flowing black hair stepped over to where Leon lay motionless. He bent and turned Leon over. His hand pressed to Leon’s throat before he rose to his feet.

“He’s dead,” he told the other warriors.

Lina remained motionless under the truck. Tim and Mason found her there the next morning. She was lying under the truck, her eyes glued to the spot where Leon had been earlier. The aliens had sent a human crew to remove the bodies.

She had remained silent, in shock and devastated. It had taken her three months before she realized that she wasn’t going to die from a broken heart. She decided she couldn’t die from one if she no longer had a heart to break. Instead, she filled it with a cold purpose—become a soldier, stand beside Tim and Destin and, if possible, kill the alien with the long dark hair.