Breaking Bonds: An Alien Romance Adventure

Chapter Eleven

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Teak turned up the hood of the cream cloaked he found hanging on a line and slid into the shadows. Maeve was crazy if she thought he was going to let her out of his sight for more than the time it took him to hop the balcony, climb the wall, and get to the front of the home. He wasn't going to sit in that room and wait for her, twiddle his thumbs while he did nothing but mope around. She was his responsibility no matter the state of his mind.

He couldn't talk to her, but he could watch her. She was too comfortable in her own city, on her own planet. She knew the people and her way around, but he didn't, and he didn't trust a damn soul to be around her without him.

She'd visited a couple shops, bought clothing at one and something he couldn't see at another, and had almost slipped him twice when she'd gotten on a transport, but it hadn't been for long.

Stares from the Tallek people ensured him he stood out like a sore thumb, but he tried to ignore them. He had one mission and that was to watch Maeve. People talked to her, flirted with her, and one male, a human of course, handed her a flower of some sort that she'd delicately placed behind her ear under her loose hair. He'd had to fight every urge in him to not grab the male as he walked by and slam his face into something hard for even looking at Maeve, but he didn't want to bring any attention to himself.

When the male did walk off, Maeve turned to watch him go, almost looking right at Teak when she did. Quickly sliding into the opening of a busy tavern, a tall male shoved him out of the way. The touch sent him over the edge. Teak spun and dropped the male on his ass before pummeling his face into the ground.

Two other males, presumably from the tavern, pulled Teak off his victim's body and he spit in his face, "Don't fucking touch me!" He tried to shake the males off that held his arms, but they wouldn't budge. He needed to get back to following Maeve. He didn't want to be missing when she got back to the house, and have her worrying about him, "Let me go!"

"Now, now. You're ssspirited." A male chuckled. Teak studied the one who spoke and clenched his jaw in frustration. He looked calm, as if his friends didn't have him bound up against his will. The male on the ground shook his head and stood up on shaky legs. He moved to punch Teak in the gut, but before he could make contact the male spoke again, "Ssstop, Bith." The male halted and snarled in a way only the reptilian species could.

"He deserves it, sir."

"Probably," the strange male said with a slight hiss, "But if am not missstaken, he is a Turnish." The male twitched his head to the side, and looked to Teak for an answer, "Would I asssume correctly?"

He wasn't a Tallek, though he resembled one. Tallek didn't hiss and looked more humanoid than this odd male did. Probably some subspecies he would assume.

"Well?"

"Yes," Teak growled.

The reptile smiled wide, making his pointed face wider, like a lizard going for an insect, "Interesssting."

"Let me go. I have a job to do." There was nothing more he wanted than to go on his way and be with Maeve, even if he couldn't do anything but look at her, be with her.

The male smiled again, and Teak got a terrible feeling he wouldn't be making it home to his female in time, again.

"My name is Wilsssit." He waved his hand, and the males on either side of him released their hold. He shook off the anger and surprise of the action, not that he felt like he was free to go, "You've taken down one of my bessst fightersss, missster..."