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He wouldn’t find it tonight, either.
He was exhausted. This constant anticipation was draining more of his energy than he’d anticipated.
Rynar hated unsteady situations. He liked having control.
His fingers stroked Zinny’s back, who arched in delight.
“Time for bed.” He rose, Zinny tucked safely in his arms.
As the lights automatically shut off behind him, a weird blaring noise erupted from the front door. Rynar turned, muscles tense. A moment later, he relaxed. It was just the doorbell.
He hadn’t heard it before. When Zaryn, Nazyn, and Deryg came by, they announced their visit and Rynar unlocked the door for them beforehand.
Nobody else knew his address, except for whoever had filed his application at Alien Inc. all those years ago.
Still on alert, Rynar approached the panel next to his front door. He booted up the image.
What he saw almost made his hearts stop–Alissia, standing on his steps, hair wet from the rain.
She’d come to him.
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ALISSIA
What was she doing here?
Shivering, that’s what. On her alien boss’ front steps.
The wind had knocked the umbrella out of her hands a few blocks away, leaving her defenseless against the freezing water. It was May, the rain should have at least been warmer if it didn’t have the good graces to stay away.
Perhaps it had been an omen.
That Alissia should have turned back and gone straight home. Instead, she’d quickened her steps, before she lost her courage.
The decision had been tormenting her all weekend. Damian had kept on asking her what was wrong. She’d just blamed her hectic mood on work.
Technically, it was true. The issuehadstarted back at Alien Inc.
She almost chickened out again when she saw Rynar’s house. She’d never visited–hadn’t eventhoughtabout visiting her boss.
But she did have his address in case of an emergency–and the occasional freak out, apparently. That qualified as an emergency, right?
He owned a very fancy townhouse, with beige bricks that had faced decades–perhaps centuries–of the Capital’s temperamental weather. Thick green beams supported the corners of the house, spearing up toward the gray roof. It was so very human, sturdy and proud. Old-money human.
But the entrance…it was all alien.
She could stare at it all day and still find new details to awe at. A large, oval window curved toward the outside, as if it was a soap bubble. Dark green metal spirals spidered across it, swirling and dancing in mesmerizing patterns. The door was solid metal, nestled inside the large, opaque glass.
It looked straight out of an art deco fantasy.Thatwasn’t human craft. Rynar must’ve brought in the best builders on Deruzia to remodel the entrance, which was surrounded by winding, plump shrubs that were definitely not Earthen.
Andhewanted to marryher? For convenience, sure, but still.
With a shaky hand, Alissia pressed her fingers against the intercom panel. A wiry sound erupted instead of a doorbell.
Silence.
She should have called. But she hadn’t known what to tell him.
