Page 57 of Secretly Mated To My Monster Alien Boss
The atrium was a smoking remain of its former glory.
The secret corridors were no longer secret.
Hundreds of guests had been scared.
Deruzia’s intergalactic relations were in danger of collapsing.
But they’d all survived–and found out who was conspiring against them.
“No, like I already said, nobody in the company knew about the attack,” Kiara’s voice floated over the ruckus. “Yes, I’m very sure.”
Kiara’s voice was as polite as ever as she talked with the human police, but there was an impatient undertone to it. She was tired.
Deryg had wanted nothing more than to have her by his side, safely tucked underneath his wing, but he understood she needed to deal with the local authorities. But she was uncomfortable now–he felt it the same way he’d sensed she was close before the battle.
He strode toward her. The two policemen who were interviewing her looked up, eyes wide and apprehensive.
As Deryg stood behind her, Kiara’s body relaxed. “Is there anything else I can help you with right now? Because I need medical attention as well,” Kiara said.
“No, Miss,” one of the policemen said, wide eyes darting from her to Deryg. He gulped. “Thanks for your time.”
Kiara sighed in relief as the two humans scuttered away. She turned to him with a huge smile. “They’re still a bit confused. Kept asking me the same inane questions.”
“Everyone is confused.” Deryg placed his right arm over her shoulders, careful not to put any of his weight on her. He was used to battle; Kiara was not. He nodded at the gash in her palm, trying hard not to growl. She had been wounded and someone needed to suffer for it. “Let’s go to the human doctors.”
“Oh, this?” Kiara waved him off with the same injured hand. “I just need some disinfectant and a nice, long bath. Well, sinceI don’t have a bathtub at my place, a nice, long shower. But it would feel so good to just sit underneath the bubbles and forget this day ever happened.”
“Will you?” he asked.
Kiara hesitated. “I–I don’t think I will. I don’t think I should. It was awful. But we managed to kick their butts, didn’t we?”
“I’m proud of how you defended your friends. Very courageous of you.”
Kiara looked up and winked at him. “I had a good teacher.”
Deryg could spend his entire existence looking into her eyes. But the moment was interrupted by Nazyn stomping toward them, Darcy right behind him.
“Is it true?” he asked furiously, unwavering gaze trained on Kiara. “The robots tried to kill you?”
“To be fair, I think they tried to kill all of us,” Kiara said.
“Love.” Darcy finally caught up to Nazyn, grabbing his hand gently. “You need to calm down.”
“Calm down? Calm. Down?” Nazyn bellowed. Deryg had never seen Deruzia’s genius rage before; he was usually the composed, calculating one. But now his muscles bulged, his horns glistened, and his lip curled on top of his fangs. “For one hour, I had no clue where you were. And now I find out Richard, your Nines-forsaken ex, sent an army of robots to infiltrate your lab and probably kill you? Darcy, I love you, but I will not calm down.”
“Hey.” Darcy placed her palms on his cheeks. “I’m here. I’m okay.”
“I’ll kill him. I should have killed him back at the forum,” Nazyn seethed. Deryg understood. He’d only glimpsed the small man, and he had heard about this Richard from when Nazyn and Darcy had returned from their event a few months ago. Richard was intelligent, wealthy, and scared Deruzian tech would destroy his business–and wanted revenge on Darcy and Nayzn, who’ddestroyed his carefully crafted image by revealing he’d based his tech empire on stealing ideas from others.
Including Darcy. She’d built the robots while working for Richard, and he’d perverted them into weapons.
“You can’t kill him,” Darcy said patiently. “The data I’d hidden in the lab is still safe. And we don’t have any direct evidence linking Richard to any of this.”
“Areyousure?” Nazyn asked.
Darcy opened her mouth, then closed it. Finally, she took a deep breath and met Nazyn’s stare with pure confidence. “I am. I recognized their chips. That wasmytechnology. I checked the software, too, and saw my signature code. It’s probably how he got into our system to change the invite list, too. But what I don’t know is how he got his hands on the software. I scrubbed the computers clean when I left and I made sure to keep my robot side project out of Alien Inc.’s system.”
“You’re never wrong. If you say it’s your software, then it is,” Nazyn said, no hint of doubt in his words.
