Healing the Alien’s Heart

by Anna Lewis

  The thought make her sick and she wrapped her coat tighter around her even as she tried to sound brave, to sound confident, “I’ll do it.”

  “Good,” Travis sounded very pleased. “I’ll talk to you after the meeting.” Then he turned his attention away from Maria and she was free to melt into the background. She decided to do just that, moving back so that the attention was off her. They talked about raids, about recent victories, and about their plans.

  Maria tuned it all out and stared at the wall, wondering what she had just signed herself up for. She felt sick, excited, hesitant, and determined all at the same time. She knew nothing about dragon shifters, and even less about biker gangs. She didn’t know what she was getting herself into, but she supposed that she didn’t really have that much of a choice.

  She glanced back at Travis as he spoke, a plan formulating in her head. Maybe she wouldn’t have to involve the dragon hunters at all. Maria stopped to think about it. All dragon shifters couldn’t be that bad, and Maria was only interested in bringing her father’s killer to justice, no one else. If she could find him, she could call the police. Granted, she’d have to find evidence, or tape a confession or something, but it was better than getting these guys involved.

  She felt relieved at her own decision, and settled back in her chair, feeling more at ease as she waited for the meeting to end. She wasn’t part of the dragon hunters and she never would be. She leaned back and took a deep breath. When the meeting ended, everyone filed out and Maria was left waiting for Travis to talk to her.

  When Travis moved to Maria’s side, he was curt and very business-like. He gave her the details and dates, but no name. He told Maria that the man she was looking for was the leader of the Black Dragons. Maria wasn’t sure if he was holding out on her, or if he just didn’t have the information. There was not much she could do about it, so she thanked him for his time and turned on her heel.

  She left the dingy hole they met in, left the damp streets, all of it, and make her way towards her apartment. She headed inside as quickly as she could, locking the doors and making her way towards the shower.

  Maria rinsed all the dirt and grime of the day from her skin. She rinsed the uncomfortable feelings from her mind. She stretched and washed and lathered up her hair until she was feeling better and more settled.

  Maria sighed as she thought about the days ahead. She had no idea how she could start trying to contact the biker gang, and what’s more, she wasn’t really sure she wanted to. Her loyalty to her family was strong, but she didn’t want to get mixed up in all of this. If she had her own children one day, they didn’t deserve to lose her just because she went out chasing dragons. Maria flopped back on her bed, her hair still wet as she thought it all over. She supposed she could head over to a few bars and see if anyone popped up, but she had work. She had a life.

  The reality of it all started to descend on her and Maria sighed. Pushing herself up, she dried and styled her hair loosely. She rubbed lotion into her skin, sprayed herself with a sweet smelling spray and threw on some warm pants and a long sleeve shirt. Then she fell into bed, and into a dreamless sleep, letting the night pass her by. She would figure it out in the morning.

  * * *

  When Maria woke up, the sun was starting to filter past her curtains. She wrapped herself up in a robe, feeling a lot better than she had the day before. She decided that she would keep a good look out, but that she wasn’t going to actively ruin her own life. That was insane.

  She showered, brushed out her long hair and changed into something more flattering for work. Sensible shoes, tidy pants and a pretty blouse. She added a jacket to keep out the cold, did her makeup in a simple, pretty sort of way and smiled.

  Glancing at herself in the mirror, she decided she looked perfectly normal, just like she wanted. She wanted no part of the stuffy underground. And while her job and life didn’t exactly make her come alive, they were at least normal and free from creepy underground meetings. Maria could deal with that.

  Locking up her apartment, Maria stepped into the sunshine. She took it in with wide eyes, her heart lifting. Sure, the dull lump of misery was still lodged firmly in her chest, but it was a lovely day and Maria was determined to enjoy it, determined to focus on something else, something more uplifting, instead of worrying about her past.

  It wasn’t until she got home that evening, at 6pm, that she found herself thinking about the past at all. She wandered into her apartment, locking the door behind her as always, and setting down her bag. She moved to the kitchen to get herself a drink.

  It had been a good day. Her co-workers hadn’t been too snarky, she’d finished her work load and had a nice lunch. Maria had been looking forward to coming home and enjoying some alone time with a glass of wine and some bad television, just to unwind.

  It had been a bit of a crazy week, and some rest would do her good. Humming, Maria found a glass in the cupboard, and pulled out a bottle of wine. It was nice to indulge every now and then and Maria felt like she deserved it.

  When she turned, glass in hand, Maria’s plans for a carefree, relaxed evening came to a screeching halt. Her mouth opened in a silent scream of surprise, the glass dropping from her hand. It shattered on the floor. Maria’s heart pounded. She couldn’t find her voice to speak, to say a word.

  Her world seemed to slow down, to stop, and spin off its proper axis.

  She wasn’t alone.

  Someone else was in her apartment. Someone else was staring straight at her, eyes glittering with a type of danger that Maria couldn’t fathom.

  The man in her apartment was smirking, a dark, predatory look in his eyes. Hair the color of ice, so unusually light that it couldn’t be natural. His eyes were like ice, blue and cold and beautiful. An unnatural beauty, an eerie sort of smile.

  “You’re not going to scream, are you?” His voice was low, low and soft and Maria found herself almost entranced by this intruder. She took a step back, the glass cracking on the floor between them.

  “Good,” he murmured and Maria noticed the strength in his arms, the way his body seemed to be built like he worked out for at least 6 hours every day. He moved towards her, the glass crunching under his boot.

  Maria stepped back. Why wasn’t she screaming? Calling for help? Anything? Her back slammed up against the counter and she paled, panic flooding her. She needed to do something, to move, to back off, to get him to leave her the hell alone.

  But she was frozen. Unable to move, barely able to speak. It was as if he held her in a spell and he knew it. His white shirt was tight across his chest and as he stepped closer, she could smell him, smoky and dark. Then he touched her, and the spell was broken.

  “Get off me!” Maria kicked out, feeling her foot connect with muscle and bone. He grunted and she turned, trying to get away. “Help! Somebody help!”

  He sighed, sounding almost bored. “Why can’t you just come easily? Willingly?” His voice faded as Maria ran. She had a good lead on him. If she hurried, if she reached the door…then maybe she’d have a chance. She didn’t know what this man wanted and she didn’t care. She needed to get out and she needed to do it as fast as possible.

  Heart pounding, breathing rushed and short, head spinning. So close, so close!

  Maria had almost reached the door, when his arms shot out, wrapping around her and pulling her tightly against him. Maria yelped and his hand curled around her mouth. His hand was broad and strong and she couldn’t have bitten him even if she wanted to.

  He held her pinned, even as she kicked and struggled. It didn’t seem to help at all, and panic started bubbling in Maria’s chest. She twisted and fought, but the hands that restrained her were too strong, too tight. She felt dizzy, sick.

  “Just relax,” he grunted, a low sound as he kept her pinned. He held her a little tighter and Maria thought she was going to pass out. Then his hand shifted and suddenly he covered her nose as well.

  It was far too late when Maria realized she was
breathing something in that she shouldn’t have. When her world started to swim, she realized that she’d been drugged. His arms relaxed around her and Maria sank against him, feeling too dizzy to move.

  “What…?” she managed, hating the way she seemed to slur, a shudder to her voice.

  “Shhh…” his voice had grown almost gentle now as he held her, “We’re not going to hurt you. We need you safe.”

  Maria didn’t have time to decide whether or not that thought was comforting or deeply chilling. Sleep crashed into her, hard and fast and she collapsed against him as she was pulled under the waves of unconsciousness.

  She prayed for help, but there was no one who could hear her. Maria was alone, and she had never, ever been this terrified.

  * * *

  When Maria stirred, she felt like she had been asleep for hours. For a moment, she groggily wondered if she had gotten drunk. She remembered going home, wanting a glass of wine and a relaxing evening. It wasn’t really in her nature to get drunk, but maybe she had done something a bit out of character. She was exhausted, after all, and under a lot of stress.

  Her head ached, throbbed, and she squinted when she tried to open her eyes. The ache in her head and the intensity of the lights fed into her idea that she’d had a little bit too much to drink. She groaned and shut her eyes.

  Nagging thoughts pestered her, refusing to leave her alone. She was forgetting something. She knew that she hadn’t had that much to drink…not really. She couldn’t even remember taking the first sip. She remembered going to the kitchen, grabbing the glass and then…

  Pain exploded behind her eyes and she opened them quickly, pushing herself upright. That’s right! A man had broken into her apartment. He’d chased her, and grabbed her, and drugged her. She remembered his blue eyes, the white of his hair and a smile that seemed too inviting and so dangerous all at the same time. She had never seen him before in her life, but now the image of him was burnt into her mind. Strongly built, white shirt across his chest, blue jeans, tattoos twisting up his arms like snakes and disappearing into his sleeves.

  Maria’s eyes stung from the light and she wiped them quickly. When she managed to focus, she was greeted by what looked like the inside of a tent. She could hear movement outside, hear the roaring of engines, and the dull chatter of male voices. She swallowed hard.

  They weren’t here to hurt her. That’s what he had said. The thought should have been reassuring, but it wasn’t. He might have told her that she was safe, but he was also the one who had kidnapped her in the first place.

  Kidnapped. The thought made her feel sick. It was like something out a book. It wasn’t something that she could have ever imagined happening to her. Maria shifted, leaning back a little, trying to figure it out. She was in trouble that much was clear. But why? Why did they want her of all people? She didn’t have a lot of money and she didn’t have any enemies. She didn’t even have wealthy parents.

  Her parents had both been…dragon hunters. Maria’s eyes widened at the thought. Of course!

  The tent door was flung open in a sweeping gesture and Maria had enough time to glimpse a fleet of bikes and several men milling about, before someone stepped into the tent with her. It took Maria a moment to focus, for her eyes to get used to the light again. When her eyes fell on the man in the tent, her heart froze.

  It was the man from her apartment. He was smirking with an easy confidence as he sat on the edge of her bed without any concern for her space. Maria backed up.

  “Who the hell are you?” she managed to spit out, glaring at him as if she had power in this situation.

  He chuckled, seemingly finding it amusing. “Lucas. Nice to meet you.”

  Maria seethed. “Fine, Lucas. What do you want with me?” She might have been scared, but she wasn’t about to beat around the bush. Not when her life was in danger.

  Yet even as she asked the question, the dots were connecting with her head. The bikes that were parked outside, the tattoos and the heavy jacket that Lucas was now wearing, the unnatural sort of beauty.

  She swallowed hard. It couldn’t be a coincidence that she was meant to be searching for the Black Dragon MC. She shivered and wondered if she was looking into the eyes of her father’s killer right this second.

  Lucas shrugged. “Insurance. I think you know what I mean.”

  Maria did. Insurance that the dragon hunters wouldn’t raid them, wouldn’t come after them. Anger welled up inside her, competing with the terror that made her sick as she stared challengingly into Lucas’s eyes. “Are you the leader?”

  Lucas looked surprised. He chuckled in amusement, but Maria noticed that his eyes darkened considerably, a thunder cloud rolling over him. “Are you kidding? That would be Jake.” He smirked, “Unfortunately, he’s a bit busy at the moment, so I’ll be watching you today.”

  So not him. Not Lucas. Maria felt an odd sense of relief wash over her, a dizzying revelation that she was close to her father’s killer, but she hadn’t met him yet. Good. She took a deep breath. Lucas was staring at her with an amused expression.

  “We’ll be heading off soon. If you don’t want to go hungry, there’s breakfast in the pack beside you.”

  Maria frowned. “And what if I run?” It was a bold statement, challenging, but Maria felt as though she was flying high on the fear and adrenaline that had burnt its way into her skin.

  Lucas laughed and his eyes seemed to lighten. “You ever outrun a dragon, sweetheart?” He smirked and leaned in. Maria could smell the odd smoky scent that clung to him. He moved like a predator, like something who had power and knew it.

  Maria swallowed and stared him down. “No, but there’s a first time for everything.”

  She’d heard the stories, but the thought of Lucas turning into a dragon seemed insane. He was powerful, he moved like an animal and he was fast—too fast to be truly human. But she couldn’t believe that he’d spread his wings and lift into the air, shedding any trace of his humanity.

  Lucas smirked. “Hurry up with breakfast. You have ten minutes.” Then he walked out of the tent and Maria was left alone again with nothing but her thoughts.

  Insane. This was completely insane. She buried her head in her hands and took a deep breath. She had to figure this out, figure a way out of here. It wasn’t until her stomach rumbled with hunger that Maria moved.

  If they needed her alive, this food was probably safe. And she would need her wits about her if she was going to get out of this in one piece.

  * * *

  “I’m not getting on that.” Maria was staring at Lucas’s bike with wide eyes. It was insane. Climbing on the back of a bike for the first time ever, and having it driven by a dragon shifter who clearly didn’t like your family…insanity.

  Maria felt nerves in her stomach. She’d never even been on a bike and she was in no mood to start now, or to start like this.

  Lucas was looking at her impatiently as the other bikes revved to life. “Look, either you come with me willingly, or I throw you on the back of the bike with no helmet. Your choice, sweetheart.” He offered Maria the helmet and she could tell by the look in his eyes that he was serious.

  Maria swallowed hard and took the helmet reluctantly. “Fine.” She knew she sounded petulant, but her knees were shaking and she didn’t really care. She pulled the helmet over her head, wincing at the suffocating feel of it all. Then Lucas offered her a jacket and she took it without complaint. Her blouse wasn’t going to do anything against the wind, and she wasn’t convinced about Lucas’s driving skills.

  She shrugged the jacket on and zipped it up. It was too big for her, but she hoped that it would still offer some protection.

  Lucas was already sitting on the bike, helmet in place, jacket zipped up. “Come on. We don’t have all day.”

  Maria frowned at his sharp tone, remembering that she wasn’t among friends. She climbed onto the bike tentatively, settling herself into the seat. When the engine roared to life, Maria nearly slipped right off
again with fright.

  It was impressive. A low rumbling sound that shook her to her very core and left her breathless. It was exciting, it was wild and it terrified her. It sounded like the roar of a dragon and for just a moment, Maria could believe that all of this was true.

  She grabbed onto Lucas’s jacket instinctively, hands clutching at the leather to stop herself from slipping off as the bike rumbled beneath her, low and powerful. Lucas was laughing, a deeply amused sound, and his shoulders shaking as Maria shot dark glares at his back.

  “Oh shit…you’re gonna love the ride.”

  She wasn’t sure if he was being serious or not, so she opted to keep her mouth shut, no matter how badly she wanted to fire off a retort. When Lucas revved the engine, Maria just held on tighter, feeling him shift beneath her grip, muscles tense beneath the leather.

  Despite her fear and loathing, a thrill shot through Maria, leaving her breathless.

  “Here we go.”

  Lucas tore out onto the road at what felt like a hundred miles per hour. The bike revved beneath them and Maria felt the power surge between her legs. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before.

  It felt like they were flying, rushing through the air with nothing keeping them tethered to the earth. Maria clung on tighter, all fear of mockery gone as they sped onto the highway. Maria could feel the wind through her pants, her hair streaming out behind her where it had spilled out from the helmet. She felt dizzy, giddy, and she clung on to Lucas tighter.

  She could feel the tension of his muscles as he controlled the bike, weaving it through traffic and making her heart race. She could barely breathe and she didn’t dare to move. The landscape rushed past in a dizzying blur and she swore that the road never seemed to move this quickly in a car. It was all consuming.