Alien Soulmate (Paranormal Romance Aliens) by Cristina Grenier Page B
Authors: Cristina Grenier
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sorry. I wanted to talk to you, too. I went home and had dinner with my friend, and the whole time he could tell there was something wrong, but I didn't know how to say that I was missing my alien soul mate who had to go home and keep his brother from letting a bunch of other aliens kill his people."
Carver laughed. "You said that very well, actually. I take it that he wouldn't have been too pleased to hear that?"
"More like he wouldn't believe me."
"Mm. Understandable, I suppose. I don't think many people would believe that I have given my affections to a human, either. My people think yours are dangerous and brutish."
"They are for the most part, actually."
"You aren't. You are… You are wonderfully kind and intelligent and beautiful, and it's only been hours and I already miss having you with me. I considered being dumped on Earth as a terrible fate, but you turned it into something that I am so glad I experienced."
Vivian swallowed hard, and Carver wanted to reach out and touch her. "I feel like… like there's something missing. Something I never even noticed before, but now it's gone, and." She shook her head. "I miss you. I know why you have to go back, but I wish you could go fix all that stuff and then come back to me. Nothing's going to be the same."
Carver gave in and stroked fingers across the screen. "You have not seen the last of me, Vivian. I swear it. I care for you too much for this to have been it."
She laughed, and it was a strangely hollow sound. "Promise?"
"I swear," he said again. "I should go before the battery dies. I just… needed to see your face before I do this."
"You can do it," she said firmly. "I know you can."
They disconnected the call, and Carver leaned back in his seat. There were still many miles to go before he arrived, and somehow, it felt less like going home than he had expected it to.
Chapter 11: Homecoming
"This is a disaster," Ithril said, slamming his hand down on the table. "This is a disaster, do you understand me? Why isn't this working? Why don't people want the revenge against these beasts that we deserve?"
The Council was mostly silent at the barrage of questions, sitting there with their heads bowed and their eyes on the shiny surface of the table instead of on their irate leader. Besides, what could they even say that would calm him down.
Ithril was right when he said that this was a disaster.
More Sitheri had died since he had started this campaign than in the last fifty years combined, and the people were not pleased. They made no efforts to contain their disdain for what had happened, and just moments before, the guards had dragged away a hysterical woman who had been yelling about the death of her husband for senseless means.
Ithril felt like his head was about to explode. It wasn't meant to be this hard. He had expected… Well, apparently it didn't matter what he had expected because none of that was going to happen.
"Perhaps if we came up with a better plan," one of them ventured. "I understand your need for vengeance, Leader, but this only seems to make more of our people die, which is the opposite of revenge."
Anger sparked in him. "Do you think that I don't know that?" Ithril snapped. "If you have nothing useful to say, then you should keep your mouth shut."
No one else seemed like they wanted to venture an opinion, and Ithril snarled under his breath, turning away from them while he got himself under control. He was the leader here, but without the Council, there was no way he'd be able to reach all the Sitheri, so he couldn't have them turning their backs on him.
"Where is my sister?" he asked suddenly, turning back around.
It had been a full day since he'd seen her, and there was something in the pit of his stomach that told him he wasn't going to like the reason why. But then, the longer this went on, the more it seemed like people were conspiring against him.
Even two members of the Council exchanging glances could turn out to
Carver laughed. "You said that very well, actually. I take it that he wouldn't have been too pleased to hear that?"
"More like he wouldn't believe me."
"Mm. Understandable, I suppose. I don't think many people would believe that I have given my affections to a human, either. My people think yours are dangerous and brutish."
"They are for the most part, actually."
"You aren't. You are… You are wonderfully kind and intelligent and beautiful, and it's only been hours and I already miss having you with me. I considered being dumped on Earth as a terrible fate, but you turned it into something that I am so glad I experienced."
Vivian swallowed hard, and Carver wanted to reach out and touch her. "I feel like… like there's something missing. Something I never even noticed before, but now it's gone, and." She shook her head. "I miss you. I know why you have to go back, but I wish you could go fix all that stuff and then come back to me. Nothing's going to be the same."
Carver gave in and stroked fingers across the screen. "You have not seen the last of me, Vivian. I swear it. I care for you too much for this to have been it."
She laughed, and it was a strangely hollow sound. "Promise?"
"I swear," he said again. "I should go before the battery dies. I just… needed to see your face before I do this."
"You can do it," she said firmly. "I know you can."
They disconnected the call, and Carver leaned back in his seat. There were still many miles to go before he arrived, and somehow, it felt less like going home than he had expected it to.
Chapter 11: Homecoming
"This is a disaster," Ithril said, slamming his hand down on the table. "This is a disaster, do you understand me? Why isn't this working? Why don't people want the revenge against these beasts that we deserve?"
The Council was mostly silent at the barrage of questions, sitting there with their heads bowed and their eyes on the shiny surface of the table instead of on their irate leader. Besides, what could they even say that would calm him down.
Ithril was right when he said that this was a disaster.
More Sitheri had died since he had started this campaign than in the last fifty years combined, and the people were not pleased. They made no efforts to contain their disdain for what had happened, and just moments before, the guards had dragged away a hysterical woman who had been yelling about the death of her husband for senseless means.
Ithril felt like his head was about to explode. It wasn't meant to be this hard. He had expected… Well, apparently it didn't matter what he had expected because none of that was going to happen.
"Perhaps if we came up with a better plan," one of them ventured. "I understand your need for vengeance, Leader, but this only seems to make more of our people die, which is the opposite of revenge."
Anger sparked in him. "Do you think that I don't know that?" Ithril snapped. "If you have nothing useful to say, then you should keep your mouth shut."
No one else seemed like they wanted to venture an opinion, and Ithril snarled under his breath, turning away from them while he got himself under control. He was the leader here, but without the Council, there was no way he'd be able to reach all the Sitheri, so he couldn't have them turning their backs on him.
"Where is my sister?" he asked suddenly, turning back around.
It had been a full day since he'd seen her, and there was something in the pit of his stomach that told him he wasn't going to like the reason why. But then, the longer this went on, the more it seemed like people were conspiring against him.
Even two members of the Council exchanging glances could turn out to
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