Page 11 of Rescued By the Alien Hit Man

He nodded solemnly. “We have to protect your research, Mia. And you.”

I paused, taking a moment to reflect on the implications of the espionage on my life’s work and my safety. I had dedicated so much time and effort to my research, and now it was all in jeopardy. But I refused to let the fear consume me. I needed to stay strong, not just for myself, but for Cikarius, too.

“Maybe there’s something we’re missing,” I murmured, returning to the computer screen. As I scrolled through files, searching for any hidden messages or clues, a sudden notification popped up. I clicked on it, only to be greeted by a threatening communication related to the espionage.

“Someone knows we’re onto them,” I whispered, feeling my heart race in my chest. “They’re watching us. Or tracking my activity on the laptop somehow.”

Cikarius’s grip on my hand tightened, and his eyes blazed with protective fury. “We need to move. Now.”

As we hastily gathered our belongings, preparing to flee the alcove, I wondered what dangers lay ahead. With enemies lurking in every shadow, it seemed that nowhere was truly safe. But one thing was certain: together, Cikarius and I would face whatever challenges awaited us, determined to protect each other and the research that had become so much more than just a job.

“Ready?” Cikarius asked, his voice steady despite the peril we were in.

I nodded, my resolve unwavering. “Let’s do this.”

My determination to protect not only my research but also Cikarius and myself grew stronger. We were a team now, and I couldn’t help but hope that our newfound connection would be enough to see us through the challenges that lay ahead.

“Let’s go,” Cikarius said, his voice filled with resolve. “We’ll find a way off Dufair and get to the bottom of this.”

“Stay close to me,” Cikarius instructed as we ventured out of the alcove and back into the luminescent wilds of Dufair. The vibrant colors and sounds of the jungle assaulted my senses, but fear and excitement coursed through my veins, drowning out any hesitation I might have felt.

I glanced at Cikarius as we walked, watching the play of muscles under his tight-fitting clothes and the purposeful set of his jaw. He moved with a predatory grace I found mesmerizing, every step conveying coiled strength and decisiveness. Heat pooled low in my belly at the memory of that power held in check, unleashed at my urging. I blushed, looking away before he could notice my reaction. What was I thinking? Now was hardly the time for such distractions when our very lives were at stake.

“Where will we go?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady despite the pounding of my heart.

“First, we need to contact Alfataken Station,” he said, his yellow eyes scanning the dense foliage for threats. “We can’t risk using conventional communication methods; they’ll be monitoring those.”

I nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. The conspiracy that had targeted me went deeper than I had ever imagined, and exposing it would require careful planning and execution.

As we continued our journey through the jungle, I reflected on the connection Cikarius and I shared. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced, a bond forged in the heat of battle and solidified by the passion that had ignited between us. Despite the imminent danger, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of belonging in his arms.

Our progress was slow but steady, with Cikarius expertly navigating the treacherous terrain. At one point, we stumbled upon a clearing filled with beautiful, glowing flora. Their delicate petals emitted an ethereal light, casting an otherworldly glow on everything they touched.

“Keep moving,” Cikarius urged, yet his own gaze lingered on the exquisite sight for a moment longer than necessary.

“Are these the samples you were working on?” he asked, curiosity evident in his voice.

“Similar,” I said. “These plants have the potential to revolutionize entire industries, but also to become powerful bioweapons if they fall into the wrong hands.”

“Like Maith Airm Weapons?” he asked, his expression darkening at the mention of the rival corporation.

“Exactly,” I confirmed. “Someone within my research team must have sold us out, and now they’re after me and my work.”

Cikarius’s jaw clenched. “We’ll figure all of this out and make sure your research is safe,” he said.

The jungle seemed to close in, its shadows growing darker, as if echoing the danger we faced. But even amidst the chaos and fear, I found solace in Cikarius’s presence. The connection between us had grown stronger still, and I couldn’t deny the intensity of the feelings that pulled me toward him.

CHAPTER 6

MIA

The sharp chirp of Cikarius’s device sliced through the humid air of Dufair’s jungle moon, an unnatural sound amidst the symphony of nocturnal creatures. My gaze flickered to his hand, drawn by the urgency of that digital cry. He glanced at the screen, and I—driven by a compulsion I didn’t fully understand—peered over his shoulder.

A picture flashed before my eyes. Me. But not the grainy image from the slavers’ grim collection; this one was recent, detailed, chilling in its clarity. A fool—that’s what I was, how I felt as blood turned to ice in my veins. My heart hammered against my ribcage, a frantic beat threatening to burst free.

He shoved the device in his pocket, guilt flashing in his eyes. “You weren’t meant to see that.”

How could I have been so blind? Every smile he had given me, every touch—I dissected them all now, searching for the lie beneath the surface. The way my name rolled off his tongue with a strange tenderness, was that just part of the act? The scent of his skin, a mix of the alien foliage and something uniquely him, had I imagined the comfort it brought?

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