Harden My Heart (Club Release 3) Science Fiction Abduction Romance by Pixie Moon
Authors: Pixie Moon
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more taunts fly, I see how caring they can be to the people closest to them.
An ache stabs through my heart. I push through the pain. I don’t need loving friends and family. They always go away.
The sound of wings whispers through the air. I look up and smile when a blue camleon flies around me and then lands on my arm. It looks right at me as it starts chirping away. My heart melts. My feathered friends are the best. They are all I need.
No, whispers through my heart. I glance at Din Tairin. If only.
A loud chattering green camleon lands on my head, roots around in my hair, and then lands on the table. I laugh at it as I straighten my hair. The two camleons look between me and each other as they chirp and fly around crazily from place to place.
“What kind of nectar have you two been sipping?” I watch their antics and welcome the warmth they bring to my heart.
The sound of metal has me jumping and darting a look toward the guys. Fuck they are now doing drills with their weapons. When my pretty boy almost gets sliced by Ryk’s glowing sword, I cringe and am thankful that my feathered friends don’t do weapons.
I silently chuckle when I think of Din Tairin as a pretty boy. The twins are definitely prettier than the others. I look them all over. Each male is handsome in his own way. I just don’t feel anything for the ruggedly handsome ones. Not even for Din Zairin. I look away in disgust. I’ve got it bad and I better get over it fast. Love has no place in my life.
A whistle fills the air once again. I watch them come over and gulp their stros. They get into a discussion about thieves and the air around them changes. It becomes more determined and tougher.
What is that all about? Aren’t they used to that kind of crime? Why are they more aggressive? Don’t they have thieves here all the time just like Earth does? Or are they this way all the time when it comes to criminals. That’s probably it. Good warriors don’t like criminals.
They aren’t back at it for long when Tairin barely dodges a vicious blow from Dax’s glowing ax. Cringing, I switch my gaze and watch the camleons fly around me. They are safer to watch. I have to smile when a blue bird flies close to me.
Big dark green eyes blink at me. The bird’s bushy unibrow raises comically as it chirps at me. “I wish I could speak your language, little friend.” My words cause the bird’s unibrow to drop down. “Maybe you wish you could understand me as well.” When the bird lands on my arm, I ruffle one of the tuffs of hair that sticks out on each side of its head. “We can still be friends.”
It chirps and its unibrow raises again. Another camleon comes over and the two start chirping at each other and then fly off. The three sections of their long tails seem to dance as they fly up to their home. I like their birdhouse. Five have moved in so far. Maybe some babies will come along soon.
Din Tairin showed how nice he can be when he’s not distracted with his job. I understand how important his job is though. Dangerous too. A shiver runs along my spine. I can’t think about what could happen to him. It’s too painful.
The clanging of metal and loud cussing of gruff voices draws my attention back to the guys. Din Ryk is slashing at Din Ash who is holding his ground with unnatural strength. The tattoos on Din Ash’s arms seem to ripple and pulse with life. But that can’t be, can it?
Din Lor shifts into my view as he sends his cord out and whips Din Zairin’s sword aside long before the thick metal can cut him. The cord slowly comes back to Din Lor only to be whipped out and around Din Dax’s leg. One tug and the warrior goes down. How the hell does Din Lor have such control over the cord?
Taunts are flying as Din Tairin steps in and fights Din Lor off while Din Dax jumps to his feet. They are amazing to watch. So beautiful—in a sleek deadly animal sort of
An ache stabs through my heart. I push through the pain. I don’t need loving friends and family. They always go away.
The sound of wings whispers through the air. I look up and smile when a blue camleon flies around me and then lands on my arm. It looks right at me as it starts chirping away. My heart melts. My feathered friends are the best. They are all I need.
No, whispers through my heart. I glance at Din Tairin. If only.
A loud chattering green camleon lands on my head, roots around in my hair, and then lands on the table. I laugh at it as I straighten my hair. The two camleons look between me and each other as they chirp and fly around crazily from place to place.
“What kind of nectar have you two been sipping?” I watch their antics and welcome the warmth they bring to my heart.
The sound of metal has me jumping and darting a look toward the guys. Fuck they are now doing drills with their weapons. When my pretty boy almost gets sliced by Ryk’s glowing sword, I cringe and am thankful that my feathered friends don’t do weapons.
I silently chuckle when I think of Din Tairin as a pretty boy. The twins are definitely prettier than the others. I look them all over. Each male is handsome in his own way. I just don’t feel anything for the ruggedly handsome ones. Not even for Din Zairin. I look away in disgust. I’ve got it bad and I better get over it fast. Love has no place in my life.
A whistle fills the air once again. I watch them come over and gulp their stros. They get into a discussion about thieves and the air around them changes. It becomes more determined and tougher.
What is that all about? Aren’t they used to that kind of crime? Why are they more aggressive? Don’t they have thieves here all the time just like Earth does? Or are they this way all the time when it comes to criminals. That’s probably it. Good warriors don’t like criminals.
They aren’t back at it for long when Tairin barely dodges a vicious blow from Dax’s glowing ax. Cringing, I switch my gaze and watch the camleons fly around me. They are safer to watch. I have to smile when a blue bird flies close to me.
Big dark green eyes blink at me. The bird’s bushy unibrow raises comically as it chirps at me. “I wish I could speak your language, little friend.” My words cause the bird’s unibrow to drop down. “Maybe you wish you could understand me as well.” When the bird lands on my arm, I ruffle one of the tuffs of hair that sticks out on each side of its head. “We can still be friends.”
It chirps and its unibrow raises again. Another camleon comes over and the two start chirping at each other and then fly off. The three sections of their long tails seem to dance as they fly up to their home. I like their birdhouse. Five have moved in so far. Maybe some babies will come along soon.
Din Tairin showed how nice he can be when he’s not distracted with his job. I understand how important his job is though. Dangerous too. A shiver runs along my spine. I can’t think about what could happen to him. It’s too painful.
The clanging of metal and loud cussing of gruff voices draws my attention back to the guys. Din Ryk is slashing at Din Ash who is holding his ground with unnatural strength. The tattoos on Din Ash’s arms seem to ripple and pulse with life. But that can’t be, can it?
Din Lor shifts into my view as he sends his cord out and whips Din Zairin’s sword aside long before the thick metal can cut him. The cord slowly comes back to Din Lor only to be whipped out and around Din Dax’s leg. One tug and the warrior goes down. How the hell does Din Lor have such control over the cord?
Taunts are flying as Din Tairin steps in and fights Din Lor off while Din Dax jumps to his feet. They are amazing to watch. So beautiful—in a sleek deadly animal sort of
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