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Really? She had to pick between saving herself or saving Caldar?
Caldar rolled his head to one side and spotted her. Immediately, he struggled against the vines holding her in place. His mouth moved as he shouted, but the sound did not cross the barrier. He was probably telling her to go away or save herself.
Sonia shifted from foot to foot. These moral dilemma choices were the worst because they weren’t really a choice. Be selfish and live with guilt or do the right thing and die horribly.
Caldar would tell her to get into the pod. Was currently telling her to get in the pod.
Caldar also wouldn’t leave her behind.
How many movies had this exact scenario? Sonia always ended up shouting at the screen for the character to get the hell out. In a horror movie, there was always the Last Girl, the one who survived because she listened to her gut. She was a Last Girl.
She didn’t owe Caldar anything. He wasn’t her friend. He was her alien stalker. If anything, she was in this terrible maze because of him. She could climb into that emergency pod and not feel an ounce of guilt.
Probably. She was a Last Girl. She was a survivor. Guilt served no purpose.
“Fuck!” She tossed her hands in the air and shouted to the doctor in case he was listening. He probably was, the creep. “Fuck, I hate this. I hate you.”
It wasn’t a choice. Not really.
Sonia worked her way through glyph combinations until she found the one that unlocked a passage to Caldar. She would free him—somehow—and they’d figure a way out—somehow. This was her labyrinth.
The barrier opened. She counted out the seconds until it flickered back in place.
Fifteen seconds. Just enough time to run through but not out.
Okay. She entered the combination again and ran.
CHAPTER11
SONIA
Caldar bucked against the table.“No! You shouldn’t be here.”
He looked good. Well, in rough shape from the vines holding him to the table and the dried blood and the general look of having the tar beat out of him. For all of that, his strong form was laid out on the table like a meal.
Her mouth watered. She ached for his touch. The need to climb on to the table and straddle him was overwhelming, which made no sense. She didn’t do random hookups, and she certainly didn’t get off on dangerous situations. The last thing—the very last thing—she needed to do was ride Caldar’s dick.
But that dick, though—
Sonia wiped the corner of her mouth, disgusted with herself. Something was wrong. She said, “Stop moving. You’re making it worse.”
A convenient blade was stuck into the ground at the foot of the table. Subtle. Sonia pulled the knife out and tried to figure out the best way to cut Caldar free.
“Don’t,” he said.
“So help me, Caldar, if you’re too macho to accept being rescued by a damsel, I will feed you to the hounds. Now stop squirming. I’m not left-handed.” Her right hand was useless and her left nearly as useless, but she could get a grip on the handle. The knife sliced through the thick vines holding his foot.
An alarm beeped, snagging her attention. The lights on the emergency pod reached their final countdown, and it launched into the atmosphere.
“There goes our ride,” she said, not that she expected it to hang around.
Caldar did not seem to notice. His eyes were focused on her, burning hot. “Don’t free me. I was injected with a compound—”
Sonia paused. “What sort of compound?”
“I don’t know, but I want you. Need you.” He lifted his hips, drawing her attention to his massive hard-on.
Oh.
