“Who was that?” I hissed.
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“No!” I whispered.
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“Why would I be jealous of you and some alien. We just met each other, remember?”
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We turned down to a quiet hallway where we were finally alone.
“She was no one special to me.”
“I sensed some kind of wistful longing.”
“So you were jealous?” Kronos teased.
“You’re not being funny, you know.”
“She was my ex-girlfriend.”
“So she was someone special.”
“Over a hundred years ago, yes. We shared something. But that specialness is gone because we were never bonded.”
There was that wistfulness again.
“Did you wish to be bonded to her?”
“I haven’t for over a hundred years. There is a different person on my mind now.”
There he was again, flirting, acting all sentimental even when it didn’t make sense. He threw his emotions at me — all that warm, fuzziness, and he just expected me to accept it, to believe that an alien could feel that way about me, regular old Jess Benally who never had a guy treat her right in her life.
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“I can’t help it.”
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We walked for what felt like a mile. How could a ship that was in space be this large? I made a mental note to ask Kronos later. We came to large doors and he opened them without touching them. I followed him inside. His quarters were luxurious. It was like walking into a palace. Everything was white, his bed was enormous, at least four times the size of a California King. One of his walls had a water fountain and installed in the wall was a replication unit. The temperature was cool, but not too cold, like an Alaskan summer.
“I hope you like the temperature.”
“It’s fine.”
“You seem overwhelmed.”
“I don’t need you being sweet to me.”
“I know this is difficult for you.”
“It should be harder. I should have more on earth that I’m afraid to leave behind.”
“You had a difficult life, Jess.”
“You can’t possibly know that.”
