Page 3 of His Little Hessonite
I rise, still holding my mate’s hand. First, I look toward the two females. “You’re her friends?”
They nod. “She’s… You can’t just take her,” one of them says.
I smile at them, trying to ease their obvious panic. “She’s mine. That’s the way of things. I will figure out what’s wrong with her and get her the best care immediately.”
Dankin steps closer. “I’m the doctor from the mothership. I have equipment that will determine what ails her and get her on the mend. Our medical knowledge is far superior to anything on Earth.”
The two females glance at each other and then their friend. “She will freak out when she wakes up. We need to be with her.”
“I’m sorry,” I say softly. They won’t see her again. “I will calm her. I promise.”
One of the females turns toward John. “She didn’t sign the waiver. You said she had to sign the waiver,” she argues.
John holds up his hands and looks toward Zack.
Ignoring both of them, I turn back to my mate and carefully lift her into my arms. I hate how limp she is. She’s wearing black slacks, so I don’t have to worry about tucking a skirt under her. She’s out cold. That can’t be good. I want answers. “My apartment,” I tell Dankin. “Now.”
Dankin nods and follows me.
“Sir,” one of the females shouts.
I glance back. Her panic is palpable in the room. I understand, but I can’t fix it, and I don’t have time to explain myself. “I’ll have her contact you when she revives,” I promise. It’s the best I can do. We don’t ordinarily let our mates make any contact with Earth again once they’re claimed, but the circumstances here are far outside of the ordinary. I’ll make sure my mate is able to send word to her friends somehow.
The other female holds out a red purse that matches my mate’s deep red blouse. “This is hers. Please… Fix her.”
I give a sharp nod while Dankin takes my mate’s purse from her friend. And then I’m on the move, ignoring the grumbling concern coming from both Zack and John.
Dankin is on my heels.
“What could it be?” I ask when we step into the elevator.
“No idea, but I will find out.”
Chapter Three
Clara
I awake with a start. I can sense something is not quite right. I’m warm and comfortable, but where am I? The moment I open my eyes, I gasp.
Someone is holding me. His face is close to mine. His brow is furrowed, but he suddenly smiles. “Hey there, Little one. Welcome back.”
My breath catches as I stare at him in total confusion. Who is he? I vaguely remember feeling light headed. I bet I fainted. I’m at Club Zoom. I was with Tanya and Misha. Where are they? They wouldn’t leave me. They know I’m fighting an unknown illness.
The man has a hold of my hand. Actually his fingers totally engulf mine. I notice this when he lifts mine up to his lips and kisses my knuckles. He’s enormous.
I gasp. He’s one of the Eleadian males. He has to be. I’ve never seen a man as large as him before. I feel like a baby in his arms.
“Deep breaths, Baby girl. You’re safe.”
I realize he’s walking with me, and when I glance around, I notice we’re in a sterile hallway. It’s silver and shiny—both the walls and the ceiling. “Where am I?” This must be a hospital.
“You’re onboard the mothership, Clara,” he informs me.
My breath hitches and my eyes must bug clear out of my head. I struggle in his arms, wanting him to put me down.
He holds me tighter. He’s far too strong for me to escape, plus I’d probably get injured if I fell to the floor. He’s that tall.
“Where are my friends?”