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me! Hear me out. What if Aaron’s already dead? I was the last person to see him alive. You don’t think they won’t hold me for questioning? Those men who came after us because someone sent them. Someone who is out thirty-five grand, and then some. If I’m held for questioning, it will leave you wide open to another attack. And if those people get their hands on you again…” His throat suddenly closed up, and he felt his heart shrivel at the thought. “Cherron, it’s been a long and terrifying day for both of us. Let’s get a room, talk it out, and make a decision tomorrow morning. Please.”
                Several long seconds passed as she studied his face. “Okay,” she finally relented. “Okay. You risked your life to save me. The least I can do is allow you the benefit of a doubt.”
                Relief washed through him. “Thank you,” he whispered, and started the engine.
     

Chapter 5
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                They found a small Triple AAA motel several blocks further into town. Yarrolam chose it, rather than one right off the interstate, in case someone was looking for them. He checked them in, telling the clerk they were siblings. Because both he and Cherron had dark hair and were similar in build, the man appeared to believe him and gave them a room with two double beds. Yarrolam made sure to park the car in an area where it would be difficult to spot from the road.
                Cherron opened the motel room door and stepped aside to let him carry in her suitcase. He waited to hear her make a derogatory remark about the place. To his surprise, she bounced on the end of the bed closest to the bathroom.
                “Dibs!”
                “Sorry for the less than stellar accommodations.”
                She flashed him a tired smile. “It’s far better than having to sleep in the car.”
                “Hey, the front seat reclines,” he teased.
                She snorted and watched where he placed the baggage. “Liam, what about you? What are you going to do about fresh clothes?”
                “I saw a sign. This town has a WonderMart.”
                “I dare you to show me a town that doesn’t,” she snickered.
                “They’re open twenty-four hours. I’m going to run over there to get a couple of pairs of jeans and some shirts. Maybe pick up something to eat. Is there anything in particular you’d want?”
                Cherron shook her head, placing a hand on her abdomen. “I’m not hungry. Just tired.
                “Want to go with me?”
                “No, thanks. I think I’ll get my bath while you’re gone.”
                “Lock the door behind me,” he advised. Pulling the confiscated pistol from his pants pocket, he handed it to her. “Know how to work one of these?”
                She gingerly took it. “Not really, but I’m a fast learner.”
    He caught a whiff of apples coming from her, and it gave him hope. She was coming to trust him.
                “I’ll try not to be long,” he promised. Making sure she saw him take the cell phone, Yarrolam slipped out the door and hurried over to the car.
                He hurried to make his purchases, even as the night and slight breeze sang their siren song to him. He longed to slough his outer self and let his alien body breathe freely, but he would have to wait a little bit longer. Eventually, he knew he’d have to revert back to this true self. If he didn’t do it voluntarily, his physique would do it for him. He couldn’t keep this human form continuously, and that was the real reason why they couldn’t report the incident in the parking lot to the police. If they locked him up, even for twenty-four hours, at some point he would revert to his Ruinos form. Yarrolam dreaded to think what kind of