Alien Romance: Interview with an Alien (Football Paranormal Invasion Abduction Alpha Sci-fi Romance) (Fantasy First New Adult Contact Science Fiction Mystery Sports Alien Short Stories) by Robin Cavanaugh
Authors: Robin Cavanaugh
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felt his blood slush to ice.
“I’m sorry,” Frederica said. “Truly I am.”
She held his gaze and he couldn’t move. Then it was as though some strange soft light came from her eyes and began to burrow and creep into him. He felt as though he were being searched, and then the searching paused at his heart, caressed, and then pulled away. And as her light emerged from his eyes, it drew with it a sort of grey mist. He stared as she rolled the smoky stuff between her palms.
And then she opened her hands and he saw that the vapors had formed a sphere and in that sphere, he saw the face of Mia. The ice in his veins melted and as his heart throbbed again he reached for the shifting mist, but it was caught by no wind he could feel and bit by bit it scattered into the night air. He grasped at the nothing floating away. And then from the depth of his soul, he groaned with an anguish such as he had never known.
“I am so very, very sorry Scott.”
But he barely heard the words as he stumbled back and then collapsed to his knees.
He had known heartbreak before, but nothing like this. It was as if a part of his very being, part of his essence as vanished and the gaping hole that it had left began to fill with loss and sorrow and pain. But with that bitter emptiness came the understanding that he had been deceived by Mia. With his own eyes, he had seen the hex she had place on him exorcised, and with his own eyes he had seen that spell for what it was; airy nothing.
And then he did something that he once vowed that he would never, ever do – he wept.
Frederica’s heart broke. When first she met the man, she thought him an arrogant brat. Then when Erica had charmed him so easily she thought him a fool. Now, listening to his pitiful sobs, she could only see him as frightened and hurt little boy. She thought to chant some sort of easing on him, but then she thought that the boy had been manipulated enough by sorcery. She had to leave him alone.
It was almost an hour before he stopped sobbing. In that time, she looked to her navigation and let the opal guide her. Erica had gone below. Fred watched the radar. There was a blip on intercept. No doubt a coincidence, but she altered her course a few degrees. Not a half hour later, the blip changed course too. She throttled ahead to three-quarters and altered course again. That seemed to do it.
She thought about the witch Mia and wondered why the woman would want to toy with Scott. She didn’t need money. She didn’t need notoriety. She couldn’t think of any possible reason—
“Why?” Scott said. He stood beside her. He was shaken but he was calm. “Why would Mia do that to me?”
“I don’t know,” Fred said. “I don’t know the woman. Because she could? Who can say?”
“Doesn’t matter now,” he sighed. Where are we headed?”
“Mataso,” she said, hearing the word ‘we’.
“You think that’s where your gemstone is?”
“I do.”
“Looks like we’re gonna have company,” he said pointing to the radar.
“Shit!”
*****
“Get Rikki up here,” she said as she steered and throttled.
She had been heading to the island’s southern harbor. She thought to sail due west and then north to try and hide in the island’s shadow, but the other blip started to steam fast. Whoever they were, they were no coincidence, and they weren’t shy about it.
“What is it?” Rikki asked as she reached the bridge.
“I don’t know,” Fred said. “That thing has been dogging us all night.”
“What is it?”
“Don’t know!”
“Easy enough to find out,” Scott said.
He keyed something into the nav-pad and beneath the blip lines of info appeared.
KPN – Najin –AK-630
“What does that mean?” Erica asked.
“Wizards.” Scott said shaking his head and pulling out his phone. “You really should come into the twenty-first century . . . let’s see, Janes Ships . . . ah, here we – holy shit.”
“What?”
“KPN,” he said. “Korean
“I’m sorry,” Frederica said. “Truly I am.”
She held his gaze and he couldn’t move. Then it was as though some strange soft light came from her eyes and began to burrow and creep into him. He felt as though he were being searched, and then the searching paused at his heart, caressed, and then pulled away. And as her light emerged from his eyes, it drew with it a sort of grey mist. He stared as she rolled the smoky stuff between her palms.
And then she opened her hands and he saw that the vapors had formed a sphere and in that sphere, he saw the face of Mia. The ice in his veins melted and as his heart throbbed again he reached for the shifting mist, but it was caught by no wind he could feel and bit by bit it scattered into the night air. He grasped at the nothing floating away. And then from the depth of his soul, he groaned with an anguish such as he had never known.
“I am so very, very sorry Scott.”
But he barely heard the words as he stumbled back and then collapsed to his knees.
He had known heartbreak before, but nothing like this. It was as if a part of his very being, part of his essence as vanished and the gaping hole that it had left began to fill with loss and sorrow and pain. But with that bitter emptiness came the understanding that he had been deceived by Mia. With his own eyes, he had seen the hex she had place on him exorcised, and with his own eyes he had seen that spell for what it was; airy nothing.
And then he did something that he once vowed that he would never, ever do – he wept.
Frederica’s heart broke. When first she met the man, she thought him an arrogant brat. Then when Erica had charmed him so easily she thought him a fool. Now, listening to his pitiful sobs, she could only see him as frightened and hurt little boy. She thought to chant some sort of easing on him, but then she thought that the boy had been manipulated enough by sorcery. She had to leave him alone.
It was almost an hour before he stopped sobbing. In that time, she looked to her navigation and let the opal guide her. Erica had gone below. Fred watched the radar. There was a blip on intercept. No doubt a coincidence, but she altered her course a few degrees. Not a half hour later, the blip changed course too. She throttled ahead to three-quarters and altered course again. That seemed to do it.
She thought about the witch Mia and wondered why the woman would want to toy with Scott. She didn’t need money. She didn’t need notoriety. She couldn’t think of any possible reason—
“Why?” Scott said. He stood beside her. He was shaken but he was calm. “Why would Mia do that to me?”
“I don’t know,” Fred said. “I don’t know the woman. Because she could? Who can say?”
“Doesn’t matter now,” he sighed. Where are we headed?”
“Mataso,” she said, hearing the word ‘we’.
“You think that’s where your gemstone is?”
“I do.”
“Looks like we’re gonna have company,” he said pointing to the radar.
“Shit!”
*****
“Get Rikki up here,” she said as she steered and throttled.
She had been heading to the island’s southern harbor. She thought to sail due west and then north to try and hide in the island’s shadow, but the other blip started to steam fast. Whoever they were, they were no coincidence, and they weren’t shy about it.
“What is it?” Rikki asked as she reached the bridge.
“I don’t know,” Fred said. “That thing has been dogging us all night.”
“What is it?”
“Don’t know!”
“Easy enough to find out,” Scott said.
He keyed something into the nav-pad and beneath the blip lines of info appeared.
KPN – Najin –AK-630
“What does that mean?” Erica asked.
“Wizards.” Scott said shaking his head and pulling out his phone. “You really should come into the twenty-first century . . . let’s see, Janes Ships . . . ah, here we – holy shit.”
“What?”
“KPN,” he said. “Korean
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