Alien's Bride 1-3 by Yamila Abraham Read Free Book Online

intermittent fighting the Dak-Hiliah withdrew.   At this time the Instajants began their colonization of Alliance space.   The druids gifted the Dak-Hiliah with the vaccine to prevent Instajant infection.   This vaccine was supplied to all the Alliance worlds except for Earth.”
    “Holy crap.”
    “As was expected, this ultimately led to Earth’s surrender to the Dak-Hiliah.”
    “If the Dak-Hiliah can travel back in time why didn’t they just go into Earth’s history from the beginning and take whatever women they wanted from back before we could defend ourselves?”
    “The Dak-Hiliah did not have the gift of time travel at the start of the war, mistress.   The druids provided this gift as a solution to the problem of Earth’s decimated population after the Instajant’s invaded them.”
    “Why not use the time travel to go back when there was plenty of Dak-Hiliah women and just get a bunch of them?”
    “More Dak-Hiliah women will not resolve the problems that led to their near-extinction in the first place.   Bringing in women from a race exempt from the will of the druid Shindray was the only viable answer.   This has created a permanent need for the Dak-Hiliah to interbreed with Earth women.   It is the reason the remaining Earth women from the present time are being allowed to repopulate Earth.”
    My head started to hurt.   “What’s the deal with Shindray?”  
    “Maritza.”
    I jolted.   Whore had sneaked up behind my couch and grabbed my shoulder.   I looked back at him.
    “It is time for you to prepare for your dinner with Lord Elentinus.”
    ***
    I stopped to freshen up in my cell.   Whore stood in the doorway and watched me brush my hair.
    “It’s good that you’re trying to look pretty for him.”
    I eyed his reflection in my mirror.  
    “There isn’t any protocol for this situation.   Men and women don’t dine together.”
    Some of my Peace Corps friends told me this was common with most of the Muslim tribes in Africa .   Botswana had been promulgated by Christian missionaries in the 1800s, so I hadn’t experienced any of that.  
    “Is it shameful for men and women to dine together?”   (This was how one of my friends had described it being in Muslim Africa).
    “No.”   He walked into my cell.   “It was just forbidden by the last druid in the holiest seat.”   He took a little container out of my bag of toiletries.   “Put some color on your lips.”
    The stuff in the container looked clear, but when I rubbed it on my mouth it turned into a pretty red.   I was impressed.
    “Was this Shindray?”     I kept the conversation going because Whore was getting awful close and it made me uncomfortable.
    “What would you know about him?”  
    He bopped a spot on the small counter attached to the wall below my mirror.   A hidden drawer popped out with a row of glittery round combs inside.  
    “Nothing much.   The Domestic I was talking to today was just about to get to him.”
    Whore moved behind me and… started doing my hair.   My eyes widened and my whole body tensed up.  
    “Shindray died two months ago.   The new druid in the holiest seat is Pakpo.   He’s nine years old.”
    I blinked a few times.   “Wow.”
    Whore was pulling my hair up off my shoulders bit by bit with the combs.   I’m not saying it didn’t feel nice, but I just didn’t like this guy getting so touchy-feely with me.   He was being so gentle I was scared he was going to lean down and kiss my neck.   The thought made me want to puke.
    “There,” he said after slipping in the last comb.   He shoved me around by my shoulder to look at me, and then pushed me back toward the mirror.   “Put some color on your eyelids.”   He pointed to the same stuff I’d put on my lips.
    I used my finger to obey.   This time the color was a beautiful dark violet.   Now I was amazed.   I wondered what would happen if I smeared the whole jar all over my face.
    Whore stood close