at his face. Most of his face was clean-cut and chiseled, his lips full and almost feminine, but for his pure, rugged masculinity. The ugly scar across his left chin and cheek did not detract from his good looks, only enhancing them in her eyes.
His dark eyes gazed back at her, pinning her in place. She’d never seen eyes as dark as his —even in the dimmed lighting of this place. There was a thick kind of plating on his forehead and he looked like those she’d seen on the news reports…like one of those Kelon aliens.
Ignoring her hammering heart, she stepped closer, finding her voice. “Ah…are you a Kelon?”
She watched his chest heave as he sighed before nodding. Providence frowned. “Are you a prisoner?”
In one step, he pressed against the bars and nodded again. “This is not right, you shouldn’t be here. I heard on the news we have a peace treaty with Kelons. Why would they…oh, those fucking bastards!”
Experiments. She realized the room behind her, with the operating table, had been set up for this purpose; it was the reason they were being kept hidden down here.
The Kelon arched a thick eyebrow, but his gaze lifted, and he growled low. A sudden prickling of her skin made her spin around. Her stomach dropped and a cold chill suddenly swamped her body.
“Oh, shit.”
“Well, well, well. It seems you are in very deep trouble, young lady. Just how did you get past security?” A man in a white lab coat stared at her, his arms folded.
She licked her dry lips. “Oh, c’mon, a toddler could get past your security. I’m the electrician you hired.”
She took a step back, her eyes darting past the man in the lab coat to the exit. Could she make it in time; would she be fast enough?
“Ah, yes. Welcome to M.A.R.C. Cosmetics, Miss Velour, and thank you for fixing the power, but I’m afraid you’ve seen a little bit too much.”
She frowned, anger sparking in her gut. “This…” She waved at the cells behind her. “Is frikken against every law I know exists. You can’t keep Kelons; we have a peace treaty with them. They saved our arse from god knows what was trying to invade our planet. You have to let him go, now.”
“You’re in no position to make demands. We do what we want and what need to do. We will not be letting anyone go, especially you.”
Oh crap, what the hell am I going to do now? Make a run for it? A second man wandered through the door. He was slightly taller and older. Light brown hair, peppered with grey, was cut short—military style . He blocked her only way out.
“A guest, Forrester?” The amusement rang clear in the newcomer’s tone.
The one named Forrester didn’t take his eyes from her. “It seems so, Martin. A rather nosey one at that. Meet the electrician we hired to fix our blackout, Providence Velour.”
“Uh, look guys, I’ll just head back upstairs.” She inched towards the door, but the grey-haired man moved a step right, blocking her path.
“You’re not going anywhere, Miss Velour. If word ever got out we have aliens in our care, the repercussions wouldn’t be ones I’d care for.”
“We can have Frankie dispose of her and make it look like an accident. An electrical accident. After all, working with electricity is very dangerous.” Forrester nodded at his co-worker.
The cold look in the men’s eyes made her head swim and she started to panic. Her hands and her whole body shook as she folded her arms defensively over her chest . Crap, they are going to kill me.
A heavy hand landed on her shoulder, pulling her backwards, her back hitting the bars of the Kelon’s cell.
A strangled scream caught in her throat. She was pinned against the bars. She felt the heat of the Kelon’s body with only a few bars separating them. She still faced Forrester and Martin, unable to move, as one arm came out to wrap around her waist, in a firm grip. She was aware of a tickle of hot breath over the top of her head and felt the rumble from his chest as