Free Hide to Stay Alive (Club Release 1) by Pixie Moon Page B

He removes the
cuff on my wrist with a touch and then opens the door and watches
as I climb in. My wrist feels almost naked without the
cuff.
     
    I look around the
high-tech vehicle as Din Zar opens his door and gets in. On Earth
vehicles are only used by the rich people. From what I’ve seen
though none of Earth’s vehicles are anywhere near a nice as this
one.
     
    “ Strap in, seema. My baby
goes fast.” He tugs at my belt and then shows me how to use it by
strapping himself in.
     
    In his normally confident
manner, he starts the engine. I’m surprised when the vehicle rises
a bit. I hold onto my seatbelt as he pulls the sleek vehicle out of
the lot and onto a path. I feel dizzy as we take off at a speed
that makes the lush jungle plants blur into a mass of green, tan,
and dark blue streaks.
     
    The pressure pushes me
deep into the seat. I close my eyes and breathe in a calming way.
My mind envisions us crashing and bursting into a billion tiny
pieces. His hand on mine has my eyes jerking open and looking over
at him.
     
    He never takes his gaze
off the path. “We’ll be home soon, little seema.”
     
    The word home swells in my chest.
I haven’t had a home in a long time.

CHAPTER
    12
    ~ Hallie ~
    ♥
     
     
     
    My white-knuckled grip
loosens when the vehicle slows and pulls up to a glass and metal
building. Since he said he was taking me to his house, I assume
this is where he lives. The structure is tall and looks a lot like
the building we were in a few minutes ago.
     
    The three steps leading to
the door catch my attention. The stone landing at the top of the
steps has an interesting symbol designed into it. It has an angled
knife that’s blocked in with a row of three stars on each side. At
the bottom of the design is a sharp wave. A lot of work went into
making the landing and steps. I can appreciate the
effort.
     
    My gaze moves on. It’s
important to know your surroundings. The green, tan, and blue
jungle plants are no more than fifty feet from overtaking the side
of the glass home.
     
    Instead of being unkempt
looking, it feels rustic and homey. That’s
because you’ve spent most of your life in
the woods , my logical side points out. Once
again, she’s right. If we’d pulled up to a big ass apartment
complex, I would’ve gone into spasms.
     
    Din Zar gets out of the
vehicle and comes around to my side, he opens the door, and then
quickly unbuckles me. I feel heat rising to my cheeks. “Sorry, I
could have done that. I was admiring your place. It looks real
nice.” After the way you were raised, this
place is a badass mansion , my logical side
says. This time I don’t appreciate her input.
     
    “ That’s all right. You’ve
been through a lot today. I’m glad you like my home. Especially
since you’ll be staying here.” He steps back and I climb
out.
     
    I long to look at the
plants around the home. They are so pretty and different from the
ones I’m accustom to. My stomach growls loudly demanding to be
fed.
     
    Din Zar takes hold of my
hand as though he doesn’t trust me not to run. For the first time I
notice the scar on his right hand. As thick as his skin is I’d
guess only an extremely sharp weapon could scar it. I am a little
surprised that their scars seem to be white. My attention is drawn
back to his home when he then guides me up the steps and into his
dwelling.
     
    Inside I look around at
the clean lines of glass and metal. The only thing that looks bad
is the sight of his dirty clothes littering the floor. I can see
why he needs me.
     
    My gaze moves on. Little
touches of color here and there stop the place from being cold. The
tan furniture is huge and sturdy looking. I glance up and down his
body. If I were seven feet tall, I’d want solid furniture
too.
     
    My wayward stomach
complains again. He frowns and leads me through the living room and
into what I believe is the kitchen. All of the strange devices are
confusing.
     
    Din Zar pulls out a stool
from