Alien Love: Ella & Krian
My legs felt shaky and suddenly being able to understand his language was overwhelming.
We could finally talk to each other!
The thought was like a lightning strike. I needed to tell him everything that had happened! Hopefully he could really help me find Sia. “We were just walking down the street, when they came at us,” I began. My tongue felt strange, as if talking Krotan needed different motions than I was used to. He had hacked my brain with his translator, right now I didn’t care anymore, after all I was finally able to communicate properly with him.
With Krian, I reminded myself. The Krotan warrior had a name.
“They drugged us, I only woke up again in the cargo bay of their ship.” The memory of how scared I’d been made me shake even now, months later. Staring at the floor, I didn’t see him coming. Suddenly there were arms pulling me towards a heavy, reliable chest. “You’re safe.” The dark timbre of his voice vibrated throughout my whole body, it made my skin prickle but the frantic rhythm of my heart slowed immediately. I believed him: In his arms I really was safe.
Something must be wrong with me, right? How could I trust him so quickly? Exceptional situations brought exceptionally strong feelings, I guess…
“They took my sister. They took Sia, too!” I whispered against his chest, my throat was closing in. “And there were other women, one was barely more than a girl!”
Around me I felt his arms tighten, as if he didn’t like what he was hearing. My heart was pounding heavily between us but his embrace helped me to calm down. “I need to find her,” I urged. When I looked up, his gaze was dark. By now I was able to discern the tiny differences between his expressions, though. He wasn’t angry at me, he was just determined.
“I understand,” he said after a while and I got the feeling that he understood much more than he let on.
“Did…did you have a sister?” Suddenly my heart was racing again, meanwhile my hands clutched at his shirt, seemingly of their own accord. A bad feeling was whirling around in my stomach.
“A brother.” A sharp nod. “He died in the war against the Rakes.” At first I was shocked how he could say these things as if solely stating facts. Then I saw the gut-wrenching pain hidden beneath the calm mask of his face. He did hurt, apparently Krotans only had fewer facial expressions than humans.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, while tears began to roll down my cheeks. Only the thought of losing Sia made me go into a panic. I was so sorry that he had had to go through this.
He nodded solemnly but didn’t say anything more about his brother. Perhaps one day he would tell me about him. One day? How long did I plan to stay here? I wanted to find my sister and then go back home. Right?
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