The Princess and her Bounty Hunter: Alien Romance (Fated to the Alien: The Psychic Matchmaker Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page A

her; they were going to play one-word answers.
    “A mine?” he asked.
    “Affirmative.”
    “What kind of mine?”
    Stellia was silent. Maybe she was not running an analysis, but rather planning how to make him pay for his lack of respect of her superior intelligence. He smiled again, they were getting used to each other; she just needed to learn not to take things so personally.
    “ Creatil .”
    “Creatil. Used in old momentum engines?”
    “Yes.” She paused, not able to hold out too long, and he chuckled when she caved in, needing to share her knowledge. “By my calculations they have been dormant for fifty sols. All machinery intact.”
    “Interesting. OK, so search for anything recent. A space cruiser of some description would be an excellent find.”
    “Space cruiser located.”
    “Good work.” He peered at the screen. There it was, in a large grassy area. “Not exactly the aquamarine I envisaged.”
    “It’s a bog.”
    “Misha’Ha said, where day meets night, on the Jewel of the Trallic. Look for the aquamarine.” He stared at the screen. He studied the terrain. “Analyze composition.”
    New results flashed up. He looked at them frowning, while Stellia buzzed, static electricity crackling through her circuitry. That meant only one thing; she was excited with her find. He wasn’t going to play games with her. He needed answers, and like an excited child, jumping up and down with its hand in the air, Stellia had them.
    “I don’t see what she means,” Mak said, sounding defeated.
    “Phosphorescence.”
    “And…?”
    “I will break it down for you.” Because your human brain is too small to put it together. “We have reached the Jewel of the Trallic. And the ship is where day meets night, as the planet turns out of the sun’s rays.”
    “Yes.”
    “The bog is made of a phosphorus viscous organic liquid.”
    “Commonly known as gloop,” he said with a wry smile.
    “Your gloop clings to everything. When the sun sets, it glows. In this case it glows a bluey-green color, also known as aquamarine.”
    “So we land there.”
    “Y ou land there. I have no intention of touching down in that gloop of yours.”
    “So you have a plan?”
    “Of course,” she replied.
    “Does it involve opening the cargo bay door and throwing me out?” he teased.
    She sighed. Don’t tempt me. “I will hover low enough for you to be expelled out of the cargo hold in the rover. Then I will find a place of safety and send you the coordinates. When you have found what you seek, we will rendezvous.”
    “That is a good plan. I like your strong sense of self-preservation. Just don’t forget you need me.”
    “How could I?” she answered, making him smile. Their relationship was in some ways symbiotic: he needed her for information, she needed him for fuel. If she could do away with him, he was sure she would; although she was warming to him, he had a sense for these things.
    Trusting Stellia to keep him safe, Mak left her to work out the necessary coordinates while he went to the cargo hold and prepared the rover. Out of habit, he checked the emergency rations and the fuel levels; then he climbed in and put on his seatbelt, bracing himself for the entry through the upper atmosphere. This was something else he had grown used to trusting Stellia with: she could make minute adjustments and analyze data to correct the ship’s course in a nanosecond.
    It made every landing smooth. Including this one. “Prepare for exit,” her voice came to him over the ship’s internal radio.
    “Open doors,” he commanded, and the cargo doors began to open, a rush of air spilling in, tugging at the rover, which was still magnetically secured to the floor. Starting the engine, he checked the coordinates Stellia had sent to him.
    When the doors were open wide enough for the cruiser to fit through, he pulled a lever, releasing the wheels. However, wheels were going to be useless in the bog. He punched a button, and the sound of