Page 8 of Captured By the Alien Captain
“Jax.” Jerking to look at me, her nose crinkles. “You will refer to me as my name.”
Lifting a brow, amusement begins to fill my chest once more. To think she believes she has the power to start throwingdemands is laughable. For now, I’ll cave and call her whatever she pleases.
“My sister, I want to see her.” Thin arms cross at her chest as she straightens up. “I need to know she’s not being experimented on.”
What will happen to the human,Jax, once I satisfy her demands? Will she continue to prickle up, or will she let down her guard?
With the fire behind her gaze, a look owned only by a warrior like myself, it’ll be a long while before she loses the stiffness in her shoulders.
“You think so ruthlessly of us.” Humans may be a mystery to us, but I’d never order the dissection of one. Though I’ll admit, I’m growing more and more curious about this one in particular.
My words seem to upset her as another wave of anger flashes across her eyes. A disagreement in the truth, I’m sure.
Waiting for another moment of attack, I watch her breathe in slowly before exhaling. Instead of acknowledging me, she urges me to continue walking with the swoop of her hand.
Without realizing where I’m leading her, we find ourselves on the other end of the ship. Members of my crew walk about with clipboards, their attention too glued to their own work to notice my arrival.
Those who do notice shift to bow, stumbling only slightly when taking notice of Jax.
The ones closest to me, the ones who bear the same blood that runs through our veins, look like they want to curl their fingers around her throat and squeeze until she can no longer take in another breath.
The Sixth, those who are my best in combat in their own ways, pause their conversation when they spot us.
I don’t like the look in their eyes. Wanting to keep her all to myself, I fight the urge to curl an arm around her and lay out the demand for no harm to come her way.
Confusion seeps in with the need to keep her at my side where she’s the safest. Rather than caving to the sensation, I dismiss anyone with a questioning glance.
Spotting Dariun on a call with a hologram figure, I head in his direction. Once I’m noticed, the call is dismissed before a nervous apology comes out for the small distraction.
With enough on my plate, I hardly have room to start worrying about what each crew member is doing during their free time. As Jax continues looking around, be it for her sibling or for a way to sneak off, I urge for an answer to where Varrum had run off to.
“Varrum and the healer.” I look toward the logs on the screen and my frown grows as I read the constant flow of activity happening between my people and those who seek to harm us. “They headed in this direction before our little disturbance. Have you seen where they went off to?”
Jax scoffs under her breath but doesn’t bother denying my words.
Dariun grimaces as he scrolls up through the logs. One in particular catches my attention. A mention of failure to launch makes my chest tighten.
“I saw them head inside an escape pod. I’m not sure where their location was set. But from the looks of it-”
I lift my hand to stop him before he reveals the truth. With Jax unknowing, I don’t want her to realize that one of our pods has malfunctioned. The glowing red symbols reveal as much.
“Keep me up to date,” I order as I force my voice to remain even and calm.
If the healer dies, then we are fucked. That’s all there is to it. Varrum will live through whatever accident they’ve run into, but I am not sure about our captive.
“So, she’s not here.” Jax sighs under her breath. Smarter than I realized, she catches on right away. I guess not all of her kind are foolish. “I saw the pod leave. At the time, I figured you were the one on it.”
I snort. “You thought I was escaping?”
Her chin lifts and the fire burning behind her gaze fills me with amusement.
“I am known for many things, but a coward is not one. I am never one to run away from a fight. Especially when my challenger is confident of my downfall.”
Cheeks growing flushed, she huffs and puffs at the reminder of how the tables had turned. Even if she got one hit, she didn’t win this fight.
“If the opportunity comes, I’ll get a rematch. Next time, I’ll show you what I’m capable of.” She looks away and squints at the logs. I’m sure most of the lettering looks like nothing but symbols. “Do you know where they launched off to?”
“I don’t.” Watching the way her eyes grow large, I hum in contemplation. “I’ll take you to the escape pods. Maybe there will be clues to where they’ve gone.”