“Why would you attempt to escape us?” Sangel scowled down at her. He was at least half a head taller than Caden, who held her easily in his arms.
“Um, I was thinking that I don’t know the two of you, and you’re talking about beaming me up to your alien spaceship so some other alien dude can use some sort of experimental instrument on me.”
“She is frightened,” Sangel said with a frown.
“Do you always scowl like that?” she asked him. “Aren’t you worried about wrinkles?”
“Why would I worry about wrinkles?”
“Why indeed? Wrinkles make a man look distinguished. They just make a woman look old.”
“Why do we speak of wrinkles?” he asked.
Caden sighed. “Female humans are confusing. This is why I watched those vids. To learn how to communicate with females.”
“So communicate that we do not plan to allow any harm to come to her.”
“Female,” Caden cleared his throat. “We—”
Suddenly both men froze. It was kind of eerie the way they did that at the exact same moment.
“We must go,” the big guy looked down at her. “We cannot run with her in this condition.”
Run? No, she couldn’t run in this condition. Walk, probably not. Crawl? Maybe.
“I will fix a brace around her neck as Alam suggested. You need to find us a way out of here.”
“Ah, can’t we just use the door?” she asked.
There was a sense of extreme urgency about them now. Caden set her down on the bed and reached for his pack. He drew out some sort of brace.
“Look, you can just let me go now. I’ll be fine. I’m sure you’re needed elsewhere.”
“We are not going anywhere without you. We did not go all these years without you only to lose you the minute we found you.”
What the fuck did that mean? All right, she was seriously starting to worry about their sanity.
“I don’t know you. Why would you care about me?”
“Because you are ours,” he told her fiercely, securing the brace around her neck. “But I am sorry that we cannot be gentler, knowing how scared you are of males.”
“I’m not scared of males,” she muttered. She wasn’t a frightened little mouse. She just thought men were big fat lying jerks. Although she had to admit that while these two might be weird in the extreme they seemed very concerned about her health.
“Who are you guys?”
“I am Caden. My bonded is Sangel.”
“Right.” That wasn’t really what she’d meant, and what did bonded mean? Did that mean they were in a relationship? Together? Well, that kind of made sense considering her dream. She blushed a little. “Well, nice to meet you. Thanks for saving me. Will you please let me go?”
A mistake she deeply regrets… Growing up the daughter of a gang member, Peyton didn’t exactly have a life filled with cupcakes, family holidays and daddy-daughter dances. Not unless you counted a trip to the prison to visit your daddy a family holiday. So what does she do? She stupidly accepts a proposal from the first man offering an escape. He was supposed to be her savior. He turned into her nightmare.
A female of their dreams… On the hunt for a murderer, no one is more surprised than Caden and Sangel when they come across a fragile, tiny, human female — with a backbone of steel and a mouth like razorblades. She is everything they ever wanted. But when she sacrifices herself to save Sangel, will they lose it all?
Laylah Roberts grew up in rural New Zealand. She worked her way through several libraries, devouring romance books. She finally worked up the courage to write her own story and she's never looked back. She loves dominant, Alpha men who meet their match in her strong heroines. When she's not writing, she's busy running after her young daughter and trying to tame her never-ending pile of laundry.
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