Sex, Love, and Aliens, Volume 1 (28 page)

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“Daddy,” she sobbed. “I thought you were dead!”

“I’m so sorry I left you alone, but I knew if anyone could survive it would be you. I had to do this, baby girl. I had to help them.”

“I know,” she said through her tears. “I know.”

“I should’ve told you, but it happened so fast, and I knew you’d try to stop me.” He pulled back and looked at her as his hand smoothed down her hair. “What are you doing here?”

“Niah,” she said. “What about you? How did you know they were trying to stage a revolt?”

“I was hunting and Kory found me. He was on a training session. I still recognized him despite the change. He pleaded with me to help his people so I…I left with him. I honestly didn’t think I would be gone so long. I thought about you every day, Bree.”

Her gaze darted over to the new hybrid male before coming back to rest on him. “We used to live here, didn’t we?”

Her father nodded. “A long time ago, before I found a way to escape. Kory’s parents were good friends to me and your mother, and when I found out what the TEV monsters had done to him I knew I had to help them. I knew the way out, so I knew the way in, and I could hack into their systems for information. I never meant to leave you for so long, baby girl.”

“It’s okay, Daddy,” she murmured. “I really do understand.”

“Adam, let’s get you out of here,” Kory said, his voice low and gruff.

“Kory, this is my daughter Sabrina. She goes by Bree.”

Kory’s eyes were large and brown, and something tickled the back of her mind. A memory of an older boy pulling her pigtails. She saw the barest hint of a smile graze his mouth and knew he remembered her.

Niah’s hand slid around her shoulders and pulled her into his body. She looked up at him and saw him almost growling at Kory. Shocked, she realized he was showing jealousy. She laid her hand on his chest, bringing his attention back to her.

“Bree stay with Niah,” she told him softly, and he leaned down to kiss her lips.

When he straightened up, she caught sight of the surprise on Adam’s face.

“Daddy—”

“Will you treat her right?” her father asked Niah, interrupting her. “Will you love her?”

“You have my vow,” Niah told him.

Her father smiled, first at him and then at her. Adam took her hands in his. “Your mother would be proud.
I
am proud. Be happy, Bree.”

* * * *

It took a few hours to secure the tunnels and declare the first raid a success. They’d done it. They had managed to liberate a lot of people that wanted their chance to fight back against the TEV. It was one small step toward freedom, and who knew how many colonies like this one existed over the whole Earth.

The perfidious scientists were brought out for judgment, but Bree realized they simply stared at their creations with something akin to pride. Perhaps there was more to this story than traitorous actions, maybe the human race did need to adapt. Maybe adapting meant changing, because years and years of planning couldn’t have happened had it been just humans executing the revolution.

At that moment, Bree figured the world wasn’t set in black and white, in right and wrong. She stood proudly by Niah, and she stood proudly by her father, and above all, she stood proudly by her race.

Something had pulled her toward Niah from the first moment she looked into his eyes, and as she held his hand, that bond only became stronger.

About Beth D. Carter

I like writing about the very ordinary girl thrust into extraordinary circumstances, so my heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors, or corporate highrollers. I try to write characters who aren’t cookie cutters and push myself to write complicated situations that I have no idea how to resolve, forcing me to think outside the box.
I love writing characters who are real, complex, and full of flaws, heroes and heroines who find redemption through love
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I’ve been pretty fortunate in life to experience some amazing things. I’ve lived in France, and traveled throughout Europe, Australia, and New Zealand. I am a mom to an amazing little boy. I’m surrounded by friends and family.
I hate washing dishes but I love cooking. I hate washing clothes but I love wearing them. Writing my bio is difficult because I never know what to say so I hope you like this one. My favorite color is red but I look best in black (it’s slimming). I hate people who don’t pick up their dog’s crap in public places, people who don’t use turn signals, and I really hate people who are rude and condescending. I especially hate discrimination in all and every form. And although I love holding a book in my hand, I absolutely adore my ereader, whom I’ve named Ruby.

Beth’s Website:

www.bethdcarter.com

Reader eMail:

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