Colliding Worlds Trilogy 01 - Collision Read Online Free PDF

charge, she jerked straight up, the back of her head colliding with his face.
    She snapped around to see him holding a hand over a bloodied nose. “Sorry,” she muttered.
    “I am O-K.” He watched her as he lowered his hand from his nose, which surprisingly looked unbroken considering how hard she’d smacked him. He reached out, pulling her to him before she could sidestep him.
    Her heart raced. “I’ve contacted the police. They’ll be here any minute.” The words came out in a rush.
    “I will not harm you, but if you speak the truth we must hurry.”
    “Better plan,” she said pushing against him and grabbing the knife like it was her security blanket. “You hurry, and I’ll stay.”
    He sighed as he ran a hand through dark hair. “I cannot leave you. My people are not yet prepared to be known.”
    She held the blade between them. “I don’t know who you think I am. But I’m the one with the weapon here. So I’ll be the one giving orders.”
    He moved, and in the next instant he had the blade, and she was sandwiched between him and the wall. How the hell did he do that? After a moment of staring her down, she shoved him, and he took a couple steps back.
    “I may have been born in a different land. That I cannot change. Second …” a step closer “it was you who were the aggressor by imprisoning me. And third …” he pressed a brutal kiss before she had a chance to react “coming with me is the only way you’ll survive.”
    She struggled in his arms before finally giving up. The guy was right. She was way out of her league. Unable to think of a witty response, she yanked away from him. “So you’ll kill me if I don’t go with you.”
    “Killing you would be like killing myself.” A gentle touch to her arm. “What is done is done. There was nothing either of us could have done. We need each other. We must look to what is next. I know not what lies ahead. But I do know that I’m not willing to sacrifice an opportunity given to me — to us — by the gods.”
    “One God,” she corrected, turned, and found herself looking up into another pair of alien eyes.
    A second man, dressed head to toe exactly how Legian had been dressed, sans mask, stepped into the bedroom. This man was holding the same kind of weapon Legian had used to kill the other man, and it was pointed directly at her sheet-covered chest.
    Then the man lowered the weapon slightly, as if he were shocked at her appearance.
    “Take a picture. It’ll last longer,” she muttered before taking tiny steps to stand behind Legian.
    The man spoke to Legian in that same strange language, who responded in a similar manner. They conversed for several minutes. The only words she could make out were Draeken and tahren .
    Finally, she interrupted. “How’d he find us?”
    Legian paused to face her and then walked over to his flight suit, lifting it up to show her something. All she could see was black cloth.
    “Tracking beacon. This is Bente. A friend,” Legian said, gesturing to the newcomer as he pulled his flight suit on. “He will give us a lift back to our temporary base. It is not far from here.”
    Sienna looked at Legian, then at the other man tearing the remaining bloody sheets off her bed, and tensed. “What do you think you’re doing?” she scolded, and the newcomer smirked.
    “We cannot allow our presence to be known,” Legian replied quickly, maintaining a stance between Sienna and the other man.
    Her stomach sank. She was screwed the moment she brought the pilot into her home.
    “You cannot stay here. It isn’t safe,” Legian continued. “I give you my word. You are my tahren and will not be harmed.”
    Not that she believed him for a second. She knew the truth. There’s no way she’d be set free. And so she’d bide her time. Until the moment she could escape. Or reach Jax. She had no clue how she’d manage that, but something would pop up. She’d grown up in war zones. She could handle this. I hope.
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