Exiled
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Rage flashed through her. How dare he speak to Zaren that way? “Speaking of dead, I have six days to make Michael fall in love or your rescue won’t matter.”
Zaren heaved a deep sigh, but she continued to focus on Dervinias.
“True. You’d better get crackin!” Dervinias stuffed another bite of pancake in his mouth and then took a huge gulp of milk.
Venus wanted to wipe the floor with his arrogant hide. Grabbing her fork, she stabbed it into her breakfast. Pancakes. The food she’d been most excited about trying. She’d read about them, drooled over the imagined flavor. Now that she finally had the chance to try them, her excitement was tempered by memories of the dead boy.
Still, the pancakes on her plate were large, thick and fluffy. The brown syrup covering them tasted delicious. Dervinias had warmed it and his house smelled of maple and butter. Better than the death stench in my room. Even with everything that had happened, Venus managed to eat three. They tasted better than she’d expected. Problem was she’d overdone it. Her tummy rumbled in frustration.
Venus pushed her plate away and studied Dervinias. His physical appearance remained close to that of a kel before the change, except his skin, which was exceptionally tan. His hair was white-blond and his eyes were dark gray. At the moment, he wore a light pair of jeans, black boots and a plain gray t-shirt. A lanky guy. Very handsome. He’d made all the ladies giddy at dinner last night, including their middle-aged waitress. Why go to high school? At his age, it must’ve been boring for him.
“Quite the contrary, I find high school on this planet fascinating.”
“So you can read my mind? My thoughts?” That explains a lot! “What the cret!” Venus frowned. “Is this a quirk of all kelvieri or just you?” She had to wonder how much of her thoughts Zaren had listened in on. Very intrusive! She thrust a harsh look at him.
“Princess, this only recently occurred, for me anyway. It must have something to do with our being on Earth. I can’t read Dervinias, only humans . . . and you. I’ve made every effort to avoid intruding on your mind.” He sounded genuine.
“I see.” She once again frowned at Dervinias. She believed Zaren. He was good, trustworthy. He’d lay down his life for her if necessary. Venus had no reason to suppose he wasn’t telling the truth.
“Vinny, stay out! It isn’t nice to invade a person’s mind. But, since you brought it up, what’s so great about it? High School.”
“Everything. The drama. The way teenagers react to life.” He paused and gave a huge grin. “And the girls get prettier each time I attend.”
“Each time? You’ve gone more than once?” Venus couldn’t help but glare. A shallow kelvieri.
Surprise. Surprise.
“I’m not shallow. I know what I like. And this is my third time. Once in Hawaii. Man, I loved the surfing and the laid back local girls. Then I went to a private school in New York. Those girls are gorgeous, driven and, oh sooooo uptight. Now here. I can understand why the West was won.” He shoveled another bite of pancake in his mouth, winked, chewed twice and then swallowed. “First time playing football though. I love it.”
“Mm-hmm. A question?”
“Yes?”
“Why’d you take Cheverly to that lake, of all places? Especially since she and Michael were together?”
At least now she wouldn’t have to go into detail about her entering Michael’s memories and dreams last night. No need to, what with the alien mind-readers in the room! Especially the blond one. Venus fumed. For a two-hundred-year-old kelvieri, he seemed kind of dense. Definitely insensitive, rude and completely cocky. She hadn’t known him for long, but she didn’t like him. Even if he had saved her last night.
“Why not take her?” He gave her a boyish grin.
“You’re so crude.” She shook her head. He didn’t seem to care that he’d been the cause of breaking up two people. Nor did he seem bothered that he killed a child last night.
Venus ached with guilt over the death. An emotion she wasn’t fond of—at all. Yes, she probably would’ve killed him herself, if it’d come down to it. First, though, she would’ve questioned him, tried to figure out why he wanted her dead. Sadly, at this point, she couldn’t change anything. The damage had been done.
If she didn’t come up with a plan to help Michael, none of this idiocy would matter. She had to focus on getting home.
Zaren rubbed his temples. He didn’t seem to be enjoying the pancakes as much as Venus had. Part of the first one still sat on his plate getting soggy. “She needs to get close to the boy and fast. It’d be practical if she could attend this school. Perhaps as your guest. Do you think that’s possible? He needs to get to know her, start trusting her.”
“Of course it’s possible. I’ve got the front desk lady wrapped around my sexy alien finger.” He held up his pinky.
“You know, I’ve been thinking about it. Maybe he doesn’t need to get to know me. Maybe I need to get to him through Cheverly.”
Both Dervinias and Zaren looked at her.
“Interesting,” Dervinias said. “Why do you say that, V?”
She shot him a dirty look. “Well, it’s simple. I’m positive Cheverly still loves Michael. And I know, up until two days ago, Michael believed he loved her, so I need to get them back together and there you go. True love. I get to go home and figure out who did this to me.”
Zaren nodded. He seemed to approve, but Dervinias had a curious look on his face.
“What? You don’t think it’ll work?”
“You know there’s a difference between love and true love, right?” He winked before popping another huge bite of pancake in his mouth.
It was Venus’s turn to slam her fist on the table. “It’s a start, Vinny. Why did you take her to the lake?” she yelled.
He shrugged. “She wanted to go and I wanted to take her. I had no idea you were coming and that you’d be required to accomplish such a-an interesting task. She’s hot.” He shrugged again. “Sadly, Hawke called her and nothing happened. I’ll keep my paws off now that I know what your plans are.” He lifted his hands up, like Venus had seen actors do in the movies when they were held at gunpoint. “Promise.” He smirked and chugged the rest of his milk. Checking his watch he said, “Well, if you guys are coming to school with me, you’d better get a move on.”
Zaren seemed about to protest. Before he could say anything, Venus said, “You’re my guar- . . . my friend. If I’m going, so are you.”
He picked up his plate and put it in the sink. As the water ran, Venus waited, watching the strange way dishes were cleaned on this planet. It seemed so much more beneficial to use particle soap and steam—dizipter—the way everything got cleaned on Kelari.
Zaren turned to her and waved a hand toward the sink. “They still have a lot to learn, Princess.”
She snorted and he turned back to his task. She watched his muscles flex through his white t-shirt and wondered if he’d grown tired of her. If he was sorry he’d come after her. She’d released him from his Formytian vow, and he was no longer obligated. Truthfully, she was glad he stayed. She needed him.
The water clicked off and he turned. “I’ll never leave you and I’ll always be both—your Formytian and your friend.” Their shoulders brushed when he reached her. Zaren paused, a sensation she barely felt.
She wanted to fold herself into his arms, allow him to stroke her hair . . .
“We’re going to be late, Princess.” Dervinias tossed his dirty dishes in the sink and pushed past them. “Move it!”
Chapter 19
A View To A Kill