Here’s another glimpse into Scarlett’s and Tash’s world!
Tash knocked on the security door again, fighting the gloom that settled on him whenever he thought about all the false leads he’d chase to try and save his father. This was ridiculous. It was happening again. The woman wasn’t going to answer the door.
He shouldn’t have let Vaughn talk him into coming to Earth. This was pointless.
Through the curtains, he thought he saw someone move inside. He knocked again, but this time, harder. “Ms. Fox, I need to talk to you. Please, it’s a matter of life and death.”
He winced at his dramatic tone and rubbed the bridge between his nose. “What the hell am I doing?,” he grumbled.
“Who are you? What do you want?” A low female voice asked.
He jerked his head up and he stilled.
A white-haired woman with the biggest blue eyes he’d ever seen stared at him warily through the screen door. But that’s not what silenced his breath. Green stars descended on her like flower petals. One of them descended on her wrist.
Oh, crap. Why was this happening? She was his damn mate.
She frowned. “What do you mean by mate?”
He immediately shut his mind and cleared his throat. “Are you a psychic?”
She folded her arms across her chest. “What do you want?” Anger surged through her voice.
“Because if you are, I desperately need your help.”
She stared at him as if he were a serial killer. “How did you hear about me?”
“My brother heard about you. He recommended that I contact you.”
She wasn’t going to give up on this. He blurted, “Your sister.”
She cast her gaze over him. “I don’t believe you.” She shut the door.
At least she didn’t slam it, but Tash wasn’t about to give up that easily.
He’d be back. Tonight. The door was no match for Arian technology or strength.
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