eventually, Karal would die in the same way as Earth. Overused and overworked.
“Do not worry. The controls of the Karalian space cruisers only work for the Karal.”
“Really? It knows that I am not from Karal?” she asked, running her fingertips lightly over the smooth metal of the control deck.
He felt a tremble of desire pass though his body, he longed for her to touch him in such a way, to stimulate his skin until his colours exploded like a supernova. “Yes. It knows.”
“Clever. Not that I would have any idea how everything worked.” She sat in her seat, and did her seatbelt up. “I have never been very good with machines and things. I was brought up with plants.”
“I thought Earth was devoid of most life,” he said, sitting down and starting the engines.
“Not completely. When I was young, our garden was full of plants …” She stopped talking and looked away from him. He wanted to ask her what was wrong, what painful memory she had touched on. But he needed to remind himself he didn’t really care. But he did care.
He couldn’t help himself.
Chapter Eleven – Gaia
Her words brought back memories of her mom; she would have loved Karal so much. Gaia couldn’t help thinking of her childhood, and how despite her mom’s mental state, she taught Gaia how to tend plants, how to water then feed them and make them flourish.
Until the acid rain.
Gaia could still remember her mom kneeling in the poisonous dirt, grabbing her beloved plants to her chest and wailing like a lost child. Gaia had spent two days meticulously going through the plants and potting up any that she thought might live, while her mom went into some kind of stupor, rending her useless to everyone.
To ease her worry, Gaia had constructed a makeshift greenhouse, with Johnny’s help. Dear Johnny, he was always there for her. Always willing to help her and make her happy. Why had she left him? Traded him for this alien creature whose only sign of emotions were the colours that rushed across his skin.
“Are you ready?” he asked, and she realised he had been staring at her for some time.
“Yes. Please, let’s go.” At least seeing the planet would take her mind off her old life. She had to learn to embrace her future, but that would have been much easier if this was her home now. Instead, all she had to look forward to was the inside of a space cruiser and an alien who didn’t speak very much.
After living in the same town with the same people for her whole life, it was going to be difficult to adjust to being in Rikka’s company. Let alone in his bed.
At this thought, her body reacted in an unexpected way. Her stomach clenched, filled with a kind of longing, a need to mean something to him. To break through his reserve and be the person he looked forward to seeing everyday. She wanted what her mom had never had.
Weren’t children supposed to repeat their parents’ mistakes?
Yes. That was the old saying. Only Gaia was going to do things slightly differently. She was going to know who the father of her child was, know where he was; it wasn’t as if this Karalian was about to run off and leave her holding the baby. However, she would still be alone. Because he did not appear to want to make any kind of relationship with her.
She shook her head, angry with herself. Maybe he didn’t know what to say, how to behave. She was probably the first female he had ever been this close to. There were so few lottery winners on Karal that there was a good chance he had never seen, or at least spoken, to a woman before.
Feeling a little better, she decided that it was up to her to make their relationship work. If he couldn’t learn to love, could they at least learn to be friends?
“Your planet is very beautiful.” She looked out of the window, leaving her thoughts of their future behind to concentrate on the present.
“Thank you,” he said, looking around him at the vibrant greens dotted with trees. “I don’t