Her Alien Abductor (Aegarian Saga) by Alexandra O'Hurley Page A

with emotions, and she would see to it they were given more freedoms.
    Once the two had eaten most of the food, J’Halle rose with the tray. “My lady, it has been an honor to sit with you and eat this fine food.”
    “So you will do it as often as we can. Both you and Be’in.”
    J’Halle smiled and scurried away, leaving her alone with her thoughts. There were three more hours until the sun set, and she needed something to occupy her time. She couldn’t wait to get to bed, to dream, hoping to see Besh again. With nothing better to occupy her time, she read for a couple more hours, at least this time propped up on a pillow on the super soft bed instead of hunkered over a library table.
    She read about twenty more pages of the boring, blustering report, which was distressing considering her curiosity about the subject matter and the fact she loved to read as well. She felt sorry for the author of the report if he could not even make fascinating information appealing to read about.
    But the one good ting about reading boring material … she was soon fast asleep.
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    “Kaya?”
    Kaya opened her eyes as soon as she heard his voice. “Besh?”
    “Yes, my flower. I have been waiting all day to see you. I could not wait to finish my day so I could sleep and see you again.”
    “I couldn’t wait either.” She looked at him, still not seeing his face clearly, which still troubled her. She stared, trying to gather her courage. “I know you said they think I’m the cause of these experiences, but I’m unsure. It seems more than a dream.”
    “I agree, but why do you say that?”
    “The small flower you placed in my hair?”
    “Yes?”
    “It was still there when I awoke this morning.”
    “I know.”
    “How do you know?” Then all of a sudden, it occurred to her. “Lord Fatel?”
    He paused. “What?”
    “Lord Fatel told you of the flower in my hair?”
    “Of course.” He let out a deep sigh and stepped closer to the bed and sat down on the edge. “I don’t know how this is happening or why. Maybe you cast the spell over me. Are you a witch?”
    “Absolutely not!” she said with incredulity, a smile on her lips.
    He laughed and pulled her into his arms. “My flower, I don’t think you a witch, but you have definitely put a spell on me.”
    “Good, I wouldn’t want to have to beat you for a comment like that.”
    “But I sure would like you to try,” he said with a smile in his voice and then pulled her on top of his chest.
    His nude body shone in the moonlight, as did hers. She was almost disappointed she was nude; having worn the sleeping gown he’d bought for her just for him, she had wanted to show off. And it bothered her a bit. It was becoming much too easy to fall into his lavish lifestyle.
    “My father used to buy me things, trying to buy my affection. He wasn’t around much, and that was the way he assuaged his guilt, I think.”
    “Do you think I am trying to buy your love?”
    “Are you?” She looked up to him, the fog covering his face not allowing her to see any emotions her question invoked.
    “Trying to buy your affections, no. Spoiling you, yes. In my world, it is customary for a man to give gifts such as these to his intended bride. And it isn’t because I can’t be there for you, either. In a short time, we will meet and be together.”
    “If I agree.”
    His body stiffened under hers. “I had hoped the last few nights had perhaps swayed you to choose me.”
    “I didn’t say no. I didn’t say yes. You are asking a lot of me. And it seems as though everyone is assuming I will say yes.”
    “And that bothers you.”
    “Yes, it bothers me. I feel powerless. I’m locked away in this cell of a room, taken for walks with Be’in joined to my hip. I’m given boxes upon boxes of clothing and jewelry, like a kept woman. And I’m expected to fall into your arms in a few weeks, regardless of how I feel.”
    “You are not a prisoner here. We asked you to stay, which you