Page 55 of Secretly Married To My Monster Alien Boss
“You don’t even want to talk about your relationship, but get to decide on mine? And I’m supposed to die because of it? That doesn’t make a lot of sense to me. Does it make sense to you?”
“It–it doesn’t matter. I’m not the one fucking a monster.”
“Is that the reason? Because I’m not either. We planned on waiting until the wedding night.”
The gun shook. But it wasn’t with rage. The guy was hesitating. “I don’t need to know what perversions you planned on doing with him.”
“But you do. If you’ve decided to kill me because you think I’m having sex with an alien, but I’m not, then why kill me?”
The sounds in the clearing died down.
Alissia felt a warm wave of calming energy washing over her.
“Because I can,” the guy said.
“Of course you can, you have the gun.” Alissia swallowed deeply. “And that’s worth risking your life for a crime I didn’t commit?”
“You–you were going to.”
“But I didn’t.”
“You fraternized with the enemy.”
“WhyareDeruzians the enemy?”
“Because–because they came here and stole everything from us.”
“Did one of them steal your girlfriend?”
“What? No, I–” He grunted in frustration. The hold on his gun loosened. “You talk too much. And I can shut you up with one pull of the trigger.”
Alissia found all the courage she had. “No, you won’t. Want to know why?”
“Why?”
“Because you would have done it already if you really wanted to. But you don’t, do you? You were just told that’s what you needed to do.”
“I do whatever I want.”
“Of course. And I’m asking you again. Doyoureally want to kill me?”
“I–” He smacked his lips loudly. “Shit. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.”
“Well, now you get to decide how this will end. You’re either walking here a free man with a free conscience…or not. What’s it going to be?”
The gun left her temple, even as he still held it aimed at her. From the corner of her eye, Alissia spotted a shadowy figure approaching.
She took what might have been the last chance of her life and turned.
Her eyes met his. He was a spindly dude, with the start of a mustache barely fuzzing on his top lip. He looked confused.
Caged.
His gun lowered enough so she wasn’t in its range anymore.
“I didn’t say you could turn around,” he said.
“You didn’t say I couldn’t. You know what I do for a living?”
