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The Deruzians exchanged a quick glance.
Kevin tensed up so much, he almost jumped from his seat. “I did what I had to do. Deliver the crate, bring it into the building undetected and steer clear of–”
He froze and pursed his lips.
“Steer clear of whom?” Deryg’s low, gruff voice echoed around them.
Kevin shook his head.
“Look, buddy,” a portly policeman said kindly. “You’ve been duped, but you need to tell us everything, or else you’re getting the fall for all of this.”
Keivn wrapped his arms around himself. Any second now, he’d start rocking back and forth.
“Kevin, I want you to really think about this,” Deryg went on. “You have two options. Cooperate, and you’ll leave with the police. Stay silent, and you can stay here for as long as it takes for you to change your mind. Choose.”
Kevin sighed. His frightened eyes rose slowly to meet Deryg’s impenetrable gaze. “He told me to steer clear of you.”
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DERYG
“To be fair, youarefrightening,” Kiara said as she followed him into his office. Truth be told–and Deruzians always told the truth–Deryg would have rather chopped off both his arms than be confined in a tight space with Kiara again. But then how would he fight, and protect those he cared about?
He needed to apologize, away from prying eyes and Deruzians’ super hearing.
“That does not explain why this plan specifically targeted me,” Deryg said. Kevin had been of no use, blubbering something about just doing what he was told.
“You’re the head of security.”
“Smuggling in contraband means you have to hide from my entire team. So why single me out?”
Why, indeed.
Any Deruzian would have instantly known what that crate contained and they would have reported it instantly.
Deryg turned to his back wall, which had the entire Alien Inc. layout engraved on it. Whenever his job became demanding to the point of exhaustion, which had become a common occurrence since Nazyn and Darcy’s relationship had appeared in Earth’sme-di-a, he stared at this map to remind himself of everything that was at stake. Every single desk and chair that a living, breathing being occupied during the working hours.
This was his goal now. Protect those who couldn’t protect themselves.
It wasn't as if he could–or ever would–return to Deruzia.
Earth was his home and he’d carved an existence for himself here.
There was another reason he chose to stare at the map now–anything to keep his gaze off Kiara. He would have to face her eventually. Any Deruzian worth their horns admitted to regrettable actions by looking the other in the eyes. He had to get himself under control first.
Seeing her again after that heated kiss in her office had lit him anew. And he couldn’t blame it on the f’tare’s influence now, either.
It was as if the skies had parted with that one kiss, showing him a new reality. Zaryn, Nazyn, and Rynar had joked about Deryg and Kiaragetting together, but he’d always discounted that possibility.
They were friends, nothing more.
But today had proven his friends might have been right.
He kept thinking about her pressed up against him.
How she was the first being he wanted to see when he came into the office.
How she was the only one he’d wanted to bring along to Rynar and Alissia’s wedding and how perfectly natural it had felt having her by his side outside of the office.
