Free Dracon: A Scifi Alien Romance (Rebel Lords Book 1) by Kylie Gold Page A

He raised a brow with a smirk on his face as he held his hand out. With a heavy sigh, I slipped the ring off my finger and placed it in his hand. He didn’t seem mad about me taking it, just that he wanted it back. The man immediately put it on and began to walk towards the communal area of the hut.
    I followed behind him, with the box still in hand. Dracon walked to the fridge and began to pull out things to make breakfast, so I sat at the table with the little device. “What is this exactly?” I called to him.
    Dracon looked over and noticed the little black box, his brow raising in surprise, almost as though he forgot about it. “It’s a device we used to use when hunting,” he answered simply. Well wasn’t that informative?
    “What does it do?” I asked, my eyes seeming to be indecisive as to whether they wanted to study the little invention, or watch Dracon as he sleepily moved about with his black hair hanging down for really the first time.
    He didn’t even turn around, just focusing on his task at hand. “You lay it on the ground and it will make ripples in the silver when something large enough is near to cause vibrations on through the earth. Makes it easier to know if you are near a prey.”
    Oh. Well that was really cool. But then his words played back in my head and my brow creased, “You guys used to use it?” I repeated back to him. Was it outdated or something?
    Dracon was already searing meat on the stove at that point. He gave a nod and a yawn before starting to speak, “The humans drilling and mining make small vibrations, so it makes the reading from that device inaccurate. We haven’t used those since they arrived here.”
    Well, that was crappy. I knew I wasn’t responsible for all of the wrong doings the humans had done on Shaviro, but there was still a sense of guilt with it. I didn’t say anything, at a loss for words. I just moved the device to the side—I would have put it back, but he had the ring. Dracon moved over with a plate of meat and fruit, then two cups of juice. Their diet was certainly very wholesome, only consisting of cooked meats and vegetables with raw fruits; though they did have bread as well, I had some of it at the festival. As he sat, he handed me a fork. I took a bite of the meat and looked to him. He seemed distant, but I couldn’t tell if it was from being sleepy, or if he was upset about something. I smiled softly and spoke, “So what do you do when you aren’t babysitting prisoners?”
    Dracon smirked a bit to himself as he drank some of his juice. “I wouldn’t exactly call that babysitting,” he teased, making me smile bigger. So he wasn’t in a bad mood. He then gave a shrug, “Mostly help the tribe where they need it. Hunting, any repairs to huts they need help with. And then, of course, protecting them.”
    He was a busy man; I knew that for certain. In just the short time I knew him, Dracon couldn’t stand to sit still for very long. I couldn’t help but tease him a bit, though, “So I suppose my being here is like a vacation for you then.”
    His lilac eyes lifted to mine, hints of lust and amusement swimming in them. “I suppose. Just like it is a vacation from, what was it you said, hauling ice? Whatever that means.”
    I gave a small laugh, “Yes, because crash landing, being forced against my will to join a militia, getting kidnapped and chained is definitely a vacation.”
    “Well after the night you had last night, I would call the beginning just the rough start of a vacation.”
    I nearly choked on the bite of food I had in my mouth, my cheeks darkening. Looking up, I just found him grinning so smugly to himself, taking a bite of food. He was a bit arrogant, wasn’t he?

14

Dracon
    I had never felt the way I did, in my entire life. This human woman, who I had barely known a few short days, had dug her way under my skin. I didn’t know what caused it, I really didn’t know much about her. It was something not psychical,