Page 81 of The Alien Warrior's Vow

Because of that tiny slice of technology in her head, she could connect remotely to Helixandshe could feel all of Lan’s strong emotions. They danced in her mind, pressing against her own riotous feelings.

Emma scowled. Right now, she didn’t want to be in Lans’s head. And she didn’t want him in hers either.

She felt like she was going crazy.

The world was moving too fast for her to keep up.

They were moving…

She needed a minute to breathe.

They’d jumped from hating each other to liking each other to sleeping with each other and becoming mates.

Now they were talking about babies.

Emma dug her nails into her palm.

Helplessness clouded her vision.

It was irrational.

She knew that.

But she also didn’t want to let that misery go.

It fed her anger.

Like a cloak, she wrapped the fury around herself.

She would never take it off.

Never.

The moment she did, she would fall apart and the truth of her insecurities would rise to the surface like dry, dead leaves in a tortured sea.

She had been strong all her life.

Allof it.

There had not been a moment that she had been allowed to cry and throw herself a pity party. Those parties took too much energy. They required too much time and she had never given herself the luxury.

Now that she was on an alien planet, things hadn’t changed.

Emma lifted her chin. “I think mating you was a mistake.”

The words echoed in the room.

Still.

Cold.

Sharp.

Her nostrils flared and her chest warred with a million conflicting emotions.

Lans had made himself very clear.

Crystal clear.

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