Page 43 of Secretly Mated To My Monster Alien Boss
“Which way?” Carol asked, standing right at the junction where the corridors intersected.
“I think–” Kiara said and began walking. Then she stopped.
What if she remembered the map wrong?
What if that corridor didn’t lead to Darcy’s lab, but it would take them right in the path of those shadowy beings infesting Alien Inc.?
She only caught a glimpse of the map, after all, and she’d been more focused on Deryg then.
It wasn’t just her life she was risking, but–
Kiara closed her eyes and took a great, big inhale.
No. None of that.
She couldn’t doubt herself now.
She’d gotten them this far and out of harm’s way. She needed to trust that.
Trust her instincts.
Trust herself.
Like Deryg had said.
“Iknowit’s to the right,” she said, conviction coating her voice.
Carol gave her an approving nod. “Now that’s more like it. I was afraid that mother of yours had bent that strong spine you have into oblivion. Glad I was wrong. She’s rather difficult, isn’t she?”
Kiara huffed a sad laugh. “You have no idea.”
But Kiara wouldn’t let her mom’s bullheadedness drive her any longer. She was in charge of her own life and she got to choose how she spent it.
Almost dying did that to a person. It gave them courage to live their truth.
The three of them walked down the right corridor, Kiara leading them. Only the dim lights from above guided their way, and those flattened orbs had a layer of grime and dust that would make Darcy gag.
God, Kiara hoped Darcy was okay. She hadn’t been in the atrium because she was helping Kiara. Maybe it had been for the best–she’d been standing near the stairs when the pillar had fallen.
As they advanced and climbed more jagged steps, the noise on the outside of the walls grew. Marching in tandem. Instructions, given in a clipped, metallic voice. Did those bastards have some kind of outdated communication devices?
Or maybe their system was malfunctioning. Kiara could only hope.
With her heart the size of a pea, she turned back to Carol and Leyra, a finger pressed against her lips. No sounds. They both nodded solemnly.
Slowly and silently, they advanced. As the voices on the outside dimmed, Kiara breathed a sigh of relief.
They were mercifully alone again.
“We’re close,” she whispered.
They needed to make one more right, then up the stairs, and reach the next floor.
“Thank God,” Carol whispered back, clutching her dagger-heeled shoes to her chest. “My feet were not made for walking barefoot.”
Kiara let her climb first, and stood by Leyra’s side to help her up the steps if she needed it. But the Deruzian wanted to go at it alone, even as her brows twitched with each step.
“Is there any way I can help you?” Kiara asked.
