Sohut's Protection: A Sci-fi Alien Romance (Riv's Sanctuary Book 2) A.G. Wilde (best way to read an ebook TXT) 📖

reflected on the guard’s faces as Sohut scaled the wall up to the platform.

How he did it, she did not know, but it was clear to the guards that something was very wrong because they both raised their weapons ready to fire.

But they didn’t get the chance to.

That gray blur moving down the wall leaped into the air, latching itself onto one of the guard’s faces, its razor-sharp teeth sinking in.

It took her a moment to realize that the terror ripping the guard’s face off was her beloved pet. Wawa screeched, his sound of rage echoing down the corridor.

Behind him, Sohut was making quick work of the other guard and the guard tumbled off the platform, falling not far to the ground in front of her.

Its shock rod skated across the ground to the side and the guard groaned, not dead.

Her feet moved fast, fueled by the adrenaline pumping in her veins, and she grabbed the shock rod.

There was a narrow depression on the handle and the way she held it, her palm pressed against the area. Just by chance, the rod zinged to life.

She could almost feel the power traveling up her arm.

Sohut moved quickly, activating the door just as the guard on the ground raised his hand.

She saw it at the moment. There was a square that looked like some kind of radio-device in his hand.

No.

He wasn’t about to send a message and fuck everything up.

“You!” she screamed as she spun and hit the guard in the chest with the glowing end of his weapon.

The guard’s body shuddered as if he was having a seizure and only the smell of burnt flesh filling the air made her stop her attack.

When she lifted the rod, the guard wasn’t moving and she stared at him, her body trembling even though she felt numb.

Strong arms surrounded her waist, and she realized Sohut had swooped her up in one motion and was rushing toward the opening door.

Vaguely, she realized he grabbed the robe as he ran and that Wawa jumped from the platform, landing smoothly on his shoulder.

“They’re going to know something happened. We have to get out of here.”

As if she was going to resist that.

The next few moments were a dash to freedom as her heart beat in her throat.

The door didn’t open fully. It paused with a gap just big enough for them to squeeze through as a shrill alarm echoed down the long corridor.

Then they were on the run.

Outside, the air was clearer and as they ran up the incline she wondered how Sohut was able to run with such speed without pausing for a breath.

He only stopped once to set her down and briskly slip the robe over her shoulders, pulling the hood over her head in the process.

At the same time, he deactivated whatever gadget he was using for his disguise.

Seeing him again, Cleo’s heart skipped a beat.

Wawa made a low sound and crawled over to her, transferring himself from Sohut’s shoulders to sit on her neck, under the cover of her hood.

There, he rubbed his head against the side of her face and she had just enough time to pet him before they were off again, weaving through streets she didn’t know the name of, alleys she’d never remember, until they were in the middle of a throng of shopping aliens.

All the while, she felt as if there were eyes on her back, but she kept her head down, trusting the one person she could trust at that moment.

Her love.

Sohut.

Glancing up from under the hood of the robe, she caught a glimpse of Sohut’s face.

If he was nervous, he didn’t show it. His face was composed, unreadable, as he led them through the streets.

She had no idea where she was, but it seemed like it was a market of some sort.

There were so many aliens…so, so many and at another time, she’d have taken the opportunity to look at the many different lifeforms the rest of the human race had no idea existed.

But for now, she kept her head low.

Reaching forward, she slipped her palm against Sohut’s, and the only indication he felt her touch was the slight squeeze he gave her.

They were moving for a while, weaving through the throng, and now and then, he’d glance behind them, checking if they were being followed.

Then he muttered something underneath his breath.

“Geblit,” he said.

She wasn’t sure if it was a curse of some kind because she didn’t understand the words, but then he walked up to an unsuspecting alien that was innocently buying wares.

It looked like a Torian and she didn’t know how she knew it, because they mostly looked alike to her, but this Torian wasn’t one she’d met before.

Sohut released her hand to pull the Torian into a choke-hold before dragging him to the alley beside the stall.

Cleo didn’t know what to think.

“Let me go you ruffian!” The Torian was irate, his big balloon, octopi-like head pulsing with veins. When Sohut let the alien go so he could turn around, the alien’s eyes grew into four wide bowls. “Oh no, not you.”

Glancing from one to the other, she had no idea what was happening.

“Yes, me. Fancy seeing you here. I need your help,” Sohut stated.

The balloon-head alien frowned, his glare directed at Sohut as he seemed to not notice her presence yet.

“Nope. Not helping,” he said. “Whatever problem you have, I am not interested. Now, if you’ll excuse me, my darling mate, Cargga, is waiting for her anti-mold crystals.”

The alien began to walk away on limbs that looked so thin, she wondered how he was managing to lift his body weight.

The Torians in the jungle were skinny but not that skinny.

“Geblit.” Sohut held on to the alien’s arm and she realized then that “Geblit” was his name. Funny, because he looked exactly like a Geblit.

“We need to get out of here. Hide somewhere. You can help us with that, can’t you?”

“We?” It was then that Geblit finally looked in her direction. Stooping a little,