Page 11 of Captured By the Alien Captain
He plants a hand on my shoulder, catching me off guard.
“She’s unharmed as far as I’m aware. That, and she’s paired with one of my best warriors. You have nothing to fear.” Reading my face like an open book, he can see the fear hiding deep behind my gaze.
Even though I don’t want to look down on us, humans are weak when it comes to the unknown. Where we are, everything is unfamiliar. Flora being on some random planet is like me being here without my gun. It’s not a good combo.
“Have you talked to them?” Stopping in the middle of the walkway, I step closer to him. Needing the reassurance morethan I care to admit, I leave my pride at the door. “You’re positive she isn’t injured?”
After my day, I don’t have the fight in me to demand answers. Demanding for anything hasn’t gotten me anywhere with this man.
He doesn’t flinch when I close the space between us. His nostrils flare as his eyes narrow. “We have not had direct communications. Their pod is in critical condition. However, my people can survive-”
Even when I think I’m all out of fuel, all it takes is a little spark to get me going again.
I’m flattening my hands against his chest and attempting to shove him to exhaust the sudden rage forming in my chest. The fact that he doesn’t budge in the slightest, unmoved like a brick wall, hardly helps me overcome all of these emotions.
“We aren’t built like you!” I don’t want to spell out our differences. This moment between the both of us is enough proof. “She could be dead for all you know. I can’t…”
I’m choking on my words, inhaling harshly enough to stutter.
Black fingers wrap around my wrists and easily pluck them away from his chest. Tilting his head, he continues to watch me ever so carefully. Despite my constant fight, he’s yet to send a single blow in my direction. Instead of being amused like before, he’s showing patience.
“We need her alive. Varrum would not have let her be harmed.” His thumbs brush my wrists, right above my pulse. “Relax, Jax.”
Regretting telling him my name, I hate how the rumble of his tone makes my stomach tighten. What I’m feeling isn’t delusion or fear. Despite our differences, he’s trying to soothe me.
“She is alive.” His words are confident. He truly believes she’s unharmed. The way he speaks makes me want to believe him as well.
My shoulders sink and the lack of fight aids my release. Nodding my head, I run my fingers through my hair.
“Is there a time limit on their rescue?” Forcing my shoulders back, I brush this moment of weakness away and harden my expression.
“There is no telling.” Not hiding the truth, he pauses, waiting for my reaction.
I don’t try to hit him, not this time. Instead, I nod my head. “How long am I your prisoner? Why am I here?”
Other beings continuously pass by. In such a large living space, it’s no surprise how many bodies move about. From their stares, the obvious is made. I should not be here. Never in my life have I ever felt like such an outsider.
“If you plan on killing me, are you waiting until I get to see her before you strike?”
“I have not decided what to do with you. Depending on your behavior, you may make it out of this alive.”
I scoff under my breath, shaking my head. We keep walking endlessly, with no final destination set.
“Be honest with me, did you allow my crew to leave?” Keeping my face straight, I refuse to let my concern slip. My brows narrow when he chuckles.
“I will admit, Jax. You must be one hell of a commander. Despite letting them go, they’ve refused to leave. Not to encourage your escape, but they have docked. They’re in no rush to leave.”
My chest swells with pesky emotions. Damn them all. Even when I put their lives in danger, they stay stubborn. For a brief moment, I have to look away to avoid letting him see the emotions behind my eyes.
“They’re just scared of me, that’s all.” Feeling like that should be the truth, I clear my throat. “So, what now?”
If I’m not walking toward my death sentence, and we’re playing the waiting for Flora’s return, what in the world am I meant to do to help pass the time?
“I don’t know much about your kind. I’m sure you have needs.” Runar shoots a glance in my direction. “You must be hungry.”
The thought of food is instant and I want to punch my stomach when it threatens to growl. “You expect me to trust you enough to eat whatever you put in front of me?”
Trust aside, I know if something mouth-watering is put in front of me, I’m not going to have the strength to turn my nose up at it.