I couldn't move and had to lie there in a heap. I was losing the fight against unconsciousness when air moved by me and I heard a soft swish. A curtain of filmy green fabric filled my vision and a gentle female voice said "Oh dear, I'm sorry. My brother can be very reactive. Close your eyes, I'll keep you safe." I wanted to fight my way back into the light, but her voice made me feel safe, like I could trust her. I finally allowed my eyes to close and, as the darkness claimed me, thought, Well, at least I was right about it being male. ~ * ~ * ~ I couldn't tell how long I'd been unconscious, but it was a mirror of waking up in the desert. My mind was a blur of confusion. I couldn’t tell where I was and I couldn’t remember how I had gotten here. Instead of the expected sand under my cheek, it was soft leather. My eyes fluttered open and panic blazed through me, until I remembered shooting up Frank’s truck, and the angriest, sexiest alien carrying me onto his ship and abandoning me in a terrified lump on the floor.
