“I want you to stay inside this
room. It shouldn’t take more than five minutes. If they
won’t leave, I’ll―”
Tammy brought the lamp down hard on the back of
his head. The glass base shattered and rained down
Valiant’s back to the floor. He grunted and spun around
to face her. Oh, I’m so screwed. I didn’t hit him hard
enough. She could have hit him with more force but had
been afraid of hurting him too severely. He appeared
utterly taken aback as he stared down at her when he
straightened to his full height but then his eyes rolled
back and he swayed before collapsing onto the carpet.
Tammy stared down at him with the broken lamp still
clutched in her hands.
She instantly tossed it aside and dropped to her
knees beside his body. She checked Valiant’s pulse, found
it strong and steady, and her fingers brushed through his
hair where she’d hit him. She could feel a slight bump
forming but there wasn’t any blood. His chest rose and
fell easily as she climbed to her feet, sure that he
wouldn’t be out long. She needed to leave before he
woke. She was pretty sure he’d be super pissed at her for
knocking him out.
“Son of a bitch.” Her hands shook as she quickly
finished dressing and shoved her feet into her shoes. She
shoved her destroyed bra down the front of her pants,
not wishing to leave it behind but wanting to keep it
hidden after she left. A glance at Valiant showed he
remained sprawled on his side on the floor. She took a
step closer, hesitated at leaving him, and a twinge of
regret flooded her. Maybe I should stay and— No! What
am I thinking? He wants to keep me forever and we’re
strangers. That would be nuts! She fled.
He’d locked the bedroom door and she had to unbolt
it to leave. She glanced down the hallway at a few closed
doors but the stairs were within sight. She ran for them.
When Valiant came to she knew he would be really upset.
She’d hit him with his own lamp and knocked him out
cold. It was very doubtful he’d understand she’d done it
to make sure he wasn’t hurt and she didn’t want to stick
around to find out if she could reason with him.
She ran down the stairs to the large entryway. She
unlocked the double doors, tossed them open and
stumbled from his house.
She slammed the door behind her and walked quickly
down the path. Her arms crossed over her chest to hide
the fact that her bra was missing. She hoped no one
would notice since she didn’t want to have to explain.
She spotted her work van, four Jeeps, and the other
catering truck parked on the other side of the fence. Men
had already entered the yard through the gate.
They were New Species. A ll wore black fatigues with
NSO emblems in stark white on their chests and they
carried real guns along with what she assumed were
tranquilizer guns. She’d seen a few of the New Species
officers from a distance at the front gate when she’d
entered Reservation. A thirty-foot wall protected the
boundary of it and men dressed in those same uniforms
had patrolled the top of the wall. The ones in Valiant’s
yard stopped.
“Hi.” Tammy didn’t look at their faces, keeping her
gaze averted instead. “I’m fine.” She walked faster toward
the gate and around the men who stood blocking her
way.
“Tammy!” Ted rushed forward. “A re you all right?”
She kept moving and nearly plowed into one of the
NSO officers, but he jumped back.
“I’m fine, Ted. I’m going home. I’ve had a stressful
day but I’m really fine. We talked and he let me go.
Problem solved,” she flat-out lied.
A man moved into her path when she walked
through the open gate to where the vehicles were
parked. “A re you all right?”
She recognized the deep voice immediately as being
Tiger’s. She stopped and lifted her chin to peer into his
strange features, not shocked that he appeared to be part
feline. Not only did his name give it away but he had
some features that