Alien On Fire

“We can have a better future,” I finally continue, the crowd below uneasy. “We do not force the mate bonds. You know that this is not our way. You know the gods would punish us. You know in your hearts there is a better way than sending our brothers to their deaths, to mindless slaughter, to make territory gains when we are already spread too thin—”

“She is marked by the gods,” someone shouts. “Let the gods-marked queen speak!”

The crowd begins to chant, and Leigh draws a shaky breath, pale underneath the ash markings. My markings.

My lip curls as I silence a feral growl.

“The only way to beat the virus, your gods’ wrath, is to give humans a chance to choose. The only way for your continued survival is to recognize that all are worthy of life, and to atone for the cruelty of your Overlord.” Her voice rings out, strangely amplified, and I blink as gold sparks from her skin.

It must be my imagination, though. Or a trick of the light.

“There is a way forward without your extinction, should you choose it. Follow the path of your king. Give others the same choice.” She licks her lips, swaying slightly, her green eyes huge and glowing in the firelight. “If you choose the path of the Overlord, I have no doubt that all that awaits the Roth is ash. Ash and death.”

A mighty roar of a cheer goes up, and I can’t look away from my mate. My Leigh.

Her hair is burnished gold, flaming in the light, and she is so stu

More than I deserve. I have wronged her.

I squeeze my eyes shut, but no matter how I try, I ca

“We are bound by fire,” she calls out, and I blink at the power ringing through her voice. “But you know that fire consumes and destroys, should it burn out of control. The time for control is now.”

“Down with the Overlord,” someone in the crowd shouts, the rest picking up the chant. I smile. Next to me, Leigh sways slightly, blinking out at the crowd in surprise, like she’s just now seeing them.

I have everything I wanted.

My victory feels hollow.

I have the Roth eating out of the palm of my hand. I have my crown and throne. I have my markings on my queen.

But I think I have lost my love forever.

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CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

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LEIGH

I wanted to hit Nydo when I realized just how far he’d gone to deceive me, how he’d played me like a puppet on a stage I didn’t even realize had been set just for me. I stare at the markings in the mirror, and though they are less apparent than they were yesterday, they’re still there.

Permanent. Mate marks.

“Fuck.”

Tentatively, I touch the gold swirls that slice down the left side of my face, from just above my eyebrow to my jawline.

I hardly recognize myself.

I should be happy, at least, that our takeover of Roth while the Overlord is off planet has gone peacefully. We’ve enacted a bloodless coup, for now, at least, and that’s something.

The Roth stare at me like I’m the answer to all their problems, and I’ve spent the last day and half trying to be graceful about it in their presence.

Trying not to cry.

He said he loved me. Nydo said I was his. That he would protect me.

But I don’t think he truly cares about me at all, not past what I could do for him. It makes me sick that I believed him. That I still want to believe him, believe that I wasn’t just a tool honed and sharpened to slice the Overlord’s power base.

I sigh, picking at the gold gown. It’s beautiful, like everything else in the rooms. It’s alien, sure, unearthly and strange, but beautiful. Roth itself is, too. I haven’t been too far from the palace yet, but from the vids I’ve seen, the countryside is a mix of rolling green and volcanic fields. Further north are ice caves and glaciers so blue-green they seem unreal.

Unreal, like everything Nydo tricked me into believing about him.

I haven’t seen him since I gave that weird speech, feeling not like myself at all. Feeling like something else was speaking through me, half-aware but unable to do more than ride the wave.

Turns out Nydo isn’t the only one that wants to puppet me.

And I can’t even fucking talk about it with anyone, because the hand-not-maiden dude is the only one Nydo will allow in to bring me drinks and food, and otherwise I’m left to my own devices. He even refused to even give me his name when I asked.

I’m a fucking figurehead. A glittery, human figurehead.

Nydo’s trapped me in another prison, as surely as I was when he found me. This one is gilded, but it’s a cage nonetheless.

My hands fist in my skirts, and despair rolls through me.

“Then leave, little human, if you’re so miserable. He will fight for you if he is worthy of you.”

I scream, half-jumping out of my skin.

“Motherfuck!” I yell, twirling around, looking for the source of the voice.

There’s no one there, though.

Something catches my attention out of the corner of my eye, and when I flick my gaze back to the mirror, I realize what it is. The weird symbols on my face are glowing.

“What, so the swirly things weren’t going to be enough? You had to put some shit on me too?”

“So angry.” The voice sounds petulant, and I glare at my reflection. “Would you have accepted the mark if I had asked?”

“No,” I say, feeling like maybe I should call for a Roth doctor. Hearing voices isn’t great, I think, no matter your species.

“Just as you wouldn’t have accepted it if your king had asked,” the voice says.

“Oh, so you’re taking his side?” I snarl at no one. Great!

“No. I am on the side of the Roth, and on the side of the humans, too. I think he did what he thought necessary to ensure the safety of everyone in the only way he knew how.”

“He could have told me!”

“So what will you do now?” the voice says, crackling with amusement. All the hair on my arms stands on end. It feels like the presence… is close. Energy crackles along my skin, like I’ve rubbed up on a balloon and charged myself with static.

It’s u

“Leave, then, little human queen. His ship is out there, you know,” the voice suggests. “The one you arrived on. If you don’t want to be here, to protect the human females that will soon flood this world, then leave. The world will spin on without you. The guards are changing now.”

A lock clicks, and the door to the rooms I’ve been shut it in all day opens.

I don’t look around for the voice, for the presence that sent fearful tingles down my spine. I know she’s already gone.

I bound for the door, gathering my stupid skirts in one hand and ru

Surely a disembodied voice wouldn’t steer me wrong.

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CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

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NYDO

My brother arrives late in the afternoon the day after the mating ceremony, with one of the settlement fleets in tow.

I try to focus on what the leaders are saying, what Lyko says, but I’m utterly distracted.

All I can think of is the wounded expression on Leigh’s face.

I am obsessed with her.

The speech she gave… she is perfect, more perfect than I could have ever imagined.

And I have ruined my chance at love with her.

I have ruined us.