Adria realized that in a heartbeat, putting all the clues together in a terrifying rush.First there was the way he looked. He was too big to be real, with pale skin that had an odd, almost bluish tint to it that she now realized had nothing to do with the cold. He towered over her, babbling incoherently in a language that sounded more like music than words. And his hair. It was inky black, shining with purple highlights. It swayed even inside the cabin, with no breeze, as if it had a life of its own.But the biggest clue that he was not human was the smoking crater with him lying naked at the bottom. She’d thought he’d fallen in, but now she was beginning to wonder if he had made the thing by slamming into the ground. Landing here from… somewhere else.A human wouldn’t have survived that, and yet here he was, seemingly fine, with little more than the purple scratch on his chin.Alien.The word rang through her mind, clanging around with all the attached implications.Her mouth went dry with fear.
