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Of course, I feel kind of bad about stealing her focus away since she seems to be the most interested in socializing with the men. And I don’t blame her for that. Itisinteresting to see creatures so alike but also so different from us. It’s even more interesting to see that they don’t intend to hurt us. In fact, one of themhelpedme.

My cheeks feel warm when I think about it. Embarrassment, most likely. I mean, who faints at the sight of someone so huge? He could have snapped my neck with his pinky finger and I simply made it easier for him by losing my shit. Hell, I could have broken my own damn neck if I fell incorrectly.

But no, the huge alien with the red hair and soft gaze didn’t hurt me. He didn’t even want to. He only wanted to make me wake up. To make me feel better.

I’ve been waiting to thank him for what must be the third time for a while now. The meeting has been going on for what feels like more than an hour, but if I’m being realistic it likely hasn’t been that long. I’m known for being dramatic when I’m sleepy.

Oh well. We all have our flaws.

After Anna stormed off earlier, no one followed at first. We’ve learned slowly over time that she does better with some time on her own. Though, awkwardly, Sarah also went upstairs. I’m not sure if she was overwhelmed by the aliens or exhausted from being woken up by the impending zombie attack. Still, she quietly dismissed herself. It was quick, but I could have sworn that one of the Aprixian men—the blue one—looked sad to see her go.

I feel a little bad for suggesting they should stick around. It was a very selfish thing to do, really. They don’t know us, and I basically just requested they become our security, free of charge.

Not to mention, I knew it would hurt Anna. She’s been our safety for so long, and really the only thing that’s allowed us to occasionally get a good sleep at night. But the threat of zombies coming closerscaredme.Anna wouldn’t have been able to kill them all. We simply don’t have the supplies for it. We would have died if it weren’t for Marrec and his friends. I just… I don’t want to have to worry about dying anymore.

I’m tired of it. So. Tired.

I honestly thought these foreign creatures would brush off my comment. I would never have guessed they’d take it so seriously. But that’s exactly what they’ve been doing for the past hour—taking it seriously. They’replanning.

Planning to make their base here, and keeping their ship in our yard while they go off hunting. They’ll keep an alien here at all times, to protect us. They don’t ask for anything in return, and they hardly seem put out by this arrangement. The blue one even seems thrilled about it.

I hardly understand why. I mean, what possible motivation is there to help a bunch of humans who can’t offer you a thing? Still, I’m not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Maybe feeling truly and genuinely safe is what I’ve been missing. Maybe having this security will allow me to sleep. Truly sleep.

“Where is your mean one?”

My ears twitch, hearing the alien who verbally sparred with Anna speak. Cayte sighs across the room, turning to him. “Anna is upstairs. Probably in her room or on the roof. Why?”

I can see his dark green lips pull into a grin. “She is your huntress, is she not? I shall invite her on our trip tomorrow. I should like to see what she can do with her tiny blaster.”

Megan snorts next to me. “She has more than one blaster, and they aren’t all so tiny!” Enthusiastically, she wiggles her eyebrows.

“This is even more pleasing,” he tells us. “I will go find her.”

Brooke steps in front of him before he can head for the stairs. “Um, maybe one of us should go with you?”

I’m not sure that a chaperone would stop one of these guys from hurting one of us, but I appreciate the sentiment. Brooke is always trying to make things go smoothly and that the rest of us feel comfortable.

“If you must.” He sighs but doesn’t protest further. He seems more disgruntled by the prospect of her slowing him down than anything else.

Quietly, Brooke motions for him to follow her before disappearing up the stairs. The wood creaks significantly louder under his heavy steps, but he pays it no mind.

Sixty seconds later, there’s another gunshot.

“Brooke?!” Cayte calls out, panicked.

“I’m fine! Anna shot Drak again!”

“This hu-nim is very fond of me,” Drak calls out, amusement in his voice.

Another shot rings out.

“Stop wasting your metal things, mean one!” he chides, loud enough for us to hear. They must be in Anna’s room. “You will need them.”

Megan buries her face into her hands and laughs. I chuckle too, then wince, because okay, I guess my head still kind of hurts.

“How is your head, Stee-vee?” a smooth familiar voice asks.

I swallow, looking to my left to find Marrec staring down at me thoughtfully. Seeing him with refreshed eyes, I notice more about him.

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