Page 44 of Secretly Mated To My Monster Alien Boss
“I can manage it. My Deruzian pride wouldn’t have it any other way,” Leyra said with a smile.
She was funny, too. Damn, why hadn’t Rexan married her himself, then?
“I know we’re strangers, but…we’re okay, right? No hard feelings?” Kiara asked, just to make sure, as they reached the top of the stairs.
“I don’t know how feelings can be hard, but from your tone, I guess you are asking me if I am upset with you, yes?”
Kiara nodded.
“Nines, no.” Leyra laughed and it sounded like a lullaby. “Deryg finding his mate is one less problem for me.”
Who said anything aboutmates? “Wait, wait, we haven’t even gone on our first date yet.”
Kiara missed a step.
Mate. As in fated mate, can’t live without each other, happy for eternity? It sounded so…romantic, but foreign. Strange to Kiara’s human senses.
Mates was movingwaytoo fast–so why didn’t the idea scare her?
She shook her head. Survival first, emotional crisis later.
Why were there so many doors in this corridor? On both sides, too. She didn’t remember these on the map.
“Keep going,” she said. “It should be–”
Before she finished her sentence, a door right behind them opened with a bang. Ice shot straight through Kiara’s veins as the shadowy bastards poured inside the small corridor, guns raised.
“Run!” Kiara shouted.
Carol didn’t need to be told twice. With her shoes pressed against her chest, she bolted straight forward. Even wounded, Leyra’s Deruzian speed helped her keep up.
Thunderous steps hunted them from behind.
Shit, shit shit!
Which door, which door?
Kiara looked around her desperately, running for her life.
The second one on the left. That had to be–
The door slid open just as they reached it, as a frantic voice shouted, “Get in, get in, get in!”
Kiara had never been so happy to be yelled at in her life.
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DERYG
The silence was concerning.
Deryg had seen the masked figures stomp into these hallways with his own Deruzian eyes. They couldn’t have just vanished. There was just a muffled sound of their precise strides, but Deryg couldn’t make out where it was coming from.
“They can’t be far,” he muttered, gripping his spear tightly.
Beside him, Rexan was equally on edge, his dagger eyes scanning every available surface. Every now and again, Deryg felt his brother’s calculating gaze lingering on him.
They climbed the stairs leading toward the first floor. Once Deryg checked the corners–disappointingly empty–he turned to see his brother gawking.
