Chapter Three
A drum line pounded out a steady rhythm in her head and Emily’s mouth was dryer than the Sahara. Her sluggish brain provided a slow recap of her current predicament. Abducted by aliens, stripped, drugged… Christ, she was in deep s**t.
Her body hummed with banked s****l awareness from the lingering masculine scent. She sensed the weight of his stare, her n*****s pebbling in response.
Kalgron hadn’t left her alone in the dark. She should still be pissed as hell yet somehow the idea he’d stayed with her had waves of warmth flowing through Emily. She wished he’d say something in that seductive voice of his.
Hey, wait a minute. How the hell did an alien speak English so well?
“How long have you been snatching people from Earth?”
“My crew and I have been studying Earthers for
