Kyro - A.G. Wilde Page 0,99

remembered the screen changing to show the tied-up male with the wires piercing his skull. “He looked just like Yce. Only shorter hair.”

She could almost feel the sudden tension in the room.

“Are you sure of this?” Xul asked. “He was an Arois?”

“I’m not sure what an Arois is...”

“It’s the name of Yce’s species,” Crex offered.

“We have heard rumors of the Tasqals developing technology that could manipulate certain powers but never had we actually gotten proof of such,” Rokan added.

“This changes a lot,” Xul murmured. “We will have to review the ship’s footage when we arrive at the base.”

“Footage? There is footage of us on the ship? Of Kyro?” She hadn’t even considered that but of course, there would be. Earth had long developed the capacity for CCTV recording, why wouldn’t a more advanced alien race be monitoring their vessels too?”

“Do not worry. The footage was downloaded, and the vessel’s memory wiped.” It was as if Xul was reading her mind. “Kyro’s secret will remain safe.”

“What about the footage that you have now?”

“We’ll delete him from that footage too,” Xul replied.

Good.

Squeezing Kyro’s hand again, she let out a sigh of relief as her shoulders sagged just a little more.

This was a good step in the right direction, she could feel it.

Everything would work out fine.

44

Two days later

The new dwelling was in a bunker with artificial lights and metal walls, a small bed in the corner, a flat bench in another, a small kitchen with a burner and a sink, and a tiny bathroom with a shower stall and a strange-looking device she assumed was a toilet. It was a small living space, but it was private, and it was clean.

After Xul and the others had deposited them there, Rokan had gone off to develop the serum while Xul and Crex had gone to go through the data and weapons they’d collected. Xul appeared sure they would find a lot more valuable information along with the clip of the Arois male they held in captivity.

By the time Rokan had returned with the healing serum, she’d already cleaned as many of Kyro’s wounds as she could and removed his bloodied garments.

Now he was resting.

He still hadn’t regained consciousness yet but Rokan had assured her that was to be expected. Kyro had shifted into what Rokan had referred to as his “battle form.” It was a shift that used a lot of energy, so Kyro’s injuries weren’t the only thing that had drained him.

It’d been two days, but he was still recovering and hadn’t regained consciousness yet.

Heading to the small kitchen, Evren smoothed down the potato sack she was wearing. It was the only set of clothes provided down there in the bunker. Stooping, she rifled through the receptacles under the burner till she found one shaped like a pot. There was a box on the floor with packets of things she had no idea about, but she looked through them anyway. She was going to make Kyro something warm for when he awoke. A broth maybe. And if he didn’t awaken today, then she’d just drink it.

There was a packet with something that looked like preserved vegetables. Rising with that one, she rested it on the small counter then filled the pot with water from the sink, humming as she did.

Her spirits were light this morning. Or at least, she assumed it was morning. She didn’t know what time of day it was. The light in the bunker was always on and she never opened the door to head for the outside.

Smiling to herself, she began to hum louder, a song that wasn’t really a song, just a collection of random sounds that vibrated against her throat.

It made the place seem less lonely. It was always so quiet with Kyro asleep.

She should go check on him. The water looked like it was going to take a while to boil anyway.

Humming as she turned to step back into the bedroom/living area, her heart almost jumped out of her chest as she saw Kyro standing there.

His frame filled the doorway, as he leaned against it, looking at her. She hadn’t even realized he’d come awakened. Those imperceptible steps of his meant he glided across the floor without so much as a sound, even though he was ill.

“Kyro,” she breathed, her eyes traveling down his frame. He was naked. Utterly and completely naked and he hadn’t bothered to try and cover himself. When he’d been under the sheets, she hadn’t had the luxury her eyes were