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10 pages, Audible Audio
First published December 15, 2013
“Kricket,” he grins. “It’s such a powerful name,” he breathes.
“What knowledge? Could she predict the future?”Are you fucking kidding me? These dumb as fuck aliens started a war over a woman whose skills are...unknown? It's like starting a war over Iraq because of some random Weapons of Mass Destructions, man. It's fucking dumb.
“I don’t know what her gifts were, Kricket. It was never common knowledge.”
“I’m heading straight to Sequelle’s and eating an entire venish.”By the way: when a world has LESS gravity, you run slower, not faster. Get your facts straight.
“No one can eat an entire venish.”
“I’ll take that wager. No Etharian can eat an entire venish,” Jax replies. “I’ll lay thirty-two fardrooms on it."
“Where are you going to get the money for a wigg?” Wayra laughs.
“I’ll start by taking yours, chester,” Jax counters.
“How many circas of vista did you give her, Trey?” Jax asks, sounding concerned again.
“Can someone please tell me what that little pink, lacy thing is that I keep catching a glimpse of when she bends down?” Wayra asks.The Sound of a Single Kricket Chirping: Oh, my! Kricket is so special! She's gorgeous (but doesn't know it). She could be a model (if only she were legal).
“Five-ten is not that tall.”Oh, ONLY 5'10. I'm only 5'4. Fuck you, Kricket. She's got platinum hair, which she reminds us at every fucking chance she's got.
“C’mon, you look like a Viking. Those modeling agents would freak for your hollow cheekbones and I bet they’ve never seen a natural blond walk through their lobby doors.”
while pulling my hat from my head, causing my long, platinum-blond hair to cascade around my shoulders.Oh, and her eyes! HER EYES! They're so freakish! Freakishly lovely!
“My eyes are not freakish!”She's so smart! Soooooooo smart!
Enrique makes a derisive sound. “I’ve never met anyone with violet eyes,” he replies, raising his eyebrows. “If I had eyes like yours, I’d be in New York making some serious cash.”
“So that means she’s smart?”She's wise beyond her years! These aliens just KNOW this, man!
Jax beams. “Yeah, she’s smart! She’s brilliant! There’s no telling what she can do.”
“You don’t act your age. You ask questions that I’d expect from someone older than you.”She's BRAVE! Because she knows how to run away from a dangerous monster! As if it's not a natural instinct, like what science calls a "fight or flight" reaction or anything.
Kissing my hair near my temple he whispers against it, “You’re so brave.”Kricket is special! SOOOOO SPECIAL!
"It’s like you were a special case from the start.”All because of her special parents!
“You’re a very important member of our clan,”MORE THAN ROYALTY! GAAAAAASP!!!!!
“What am I, royalty?”
“No…you’re much higher than that.” he replies, his eyes assessing me.
I examine my reflection in the mirror for the first time in days. I can’t believe that I look almost the same. Apart from a tan, I can’t even tell that I’ve just been pulled through the universe to another one where I’m the enemy to just about everyone.
“You trying to stop her heart, sir?” Jax asks in a concerned tone, coming to me and checking me for injuries.I don't quite know what to make of Trey, because Trey doesn't know exactly what he wants to be. He's got no personality. He's not quite a nice guy. He's not quite an asshole (although he sure as fuck tries to be one). He is just completely unnotable, absolutely fucking forgettable in every single way. He seems to ascribe specialness to the already special snowflake that is Kricket. He seems to enjoy playing babysitter to her than being her lover and her equal.
“No, she’s stopping mine,” Trey replies softly, watching Jax examine me.
Then, I close my eyes, groaning louder than before as water cascades down my hair. “Ohhh, Trey…Trey!” I call out in a raspy tone, like I’ve heard Bridget do in the middle of the night when Eric sleeps over. Finding a dispenser of shampoo, I pour some in my hand, lathering it in my hair. Eliciting what I hope is a sensual sounding gasp, I let my voice strain as I murmur, “Ahhh…” Rinsing my hair, I try the other dispenser that smells like coconut.
"Be careful what you wish for...”
“Fortune favors the brave”
“You trying to stop her heart, sir?” Jax asks in a concerned tone, coming to me and checking me for injuries.
“No, she’s stopping mine,” Trey replies softly,
I’m stone. Nothing touches me—nothing
"...your voice will give comfort when the night becomes its blackest,” he replies. “And I’ll protect that voice with my body, my mind, and my spirit . . . because without it, I’m alone in the dark.”
"Breathe."
Clinging to him tightly with my arms around his neck, I inhale deeply before muttering, "Shh, you're interrupting my revenge plotting."
"If you survive this, I'll insist that you learn to swim," Trey says, sounding annoyed.
"If I survive this, I'm killing you."
[DNF at 62%.]
“You cannot thrive under the wrong stars, Kricket… the stars here are in opposition to you… can’t you feel it?… Let us take you home.”
“I’m used to holding on to nothing as tight as I can.”
“I open my eyes and gaze at Trey next to me. He has his arms crossed behind his head as he stares up at the brilliant stars in the clear, night sky. He seems almost ethereal, bathed as he is in the bluish glow of the light stick. The warmth I felt earlier comes back, slipping through me and filling me with another kind of glow that calms my fear. Feeling his radiating body heat, my breathing slows. He’s too perfect looking to be real. This has to be a dream after all.”
“Responding intellectually to his touch, desire is rising fiercely within me and with it, a ripple of fear is running through me as well because I’ve never felt passion like this before. It’s burning me, consuming me, and leaving almost no room for thought.”
“A familiar pain squeezes my heart. I know better than to let myself become attached to anyone, like I’ve allowed myself to become to Trey, but it happened too fast to avoid it.”
“I’d break every rule for you.”
“No, I believe I said it was impossible for you to love me. Almost as impossible as hiding the fact that I love you.”
“We have to make the stars align for us now — find a way for us not to get burned for being together.”
“Kricket,” Trey says in a calm, soothing voice. “The stars here are in opposition to you…can’t you feel it? You are foreign to them. You have no ancestry here—no lineage. Let us take you home.”
“You’re tough?” “I’m stone.” “Stone can be broken.” Tilting my head toward him, I meet his eyes. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine. I’m used to holding on to nothing as tight as I can.”
“I underestimated you, Kricket,” Kyon says softly. “You’re so much more than I could have imagined.” “What?” I ask, startled by his compliment. “Having to fight all your life hasn’t made you less…it has made you more.”
“We have to make the stars align for us now—find a way for us not to get burned for being together.”
“I’m working every angle I can think of to align those stars for you Kricket. I promise,” he admits. “I’ll find a way out of this for you.”
“You could never be a temporary situation for me, Kricket. I know that once I have you, I’ll never be able to let you go.”
“Trey, all of that is meaningless. The only thing that matters is how we feel about each other. I love you and that’s never going to change,” I promise, leaning forward and placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. “I’m yours,” I whisper, shifting my lips to the other cheek and kissing it, too. “And you’re mine,” I continue looking in his eyes, before touching my lips to his.
“You’re so passionate and resolute. How could I possibly let you go?” Kyon is still smiling. Frowning, Trey says in a deadly tone, “I’ll make you see that letting her go is the only option available to you.”
“They won’t keep us apart, Kricket,” he promises. “We won’t let them.”