Alienated (4 page)

“Took you long enough. You fall in?” Troy interrupted her musings, his face bright with excitement as he gazed over her head, searching for someone. “Where’s the L’eihr ambassador? He’s supposed to take me to my ship.” Troy was practically bouncing in place while her heart sank like a boulder. Another year apart, and he didn’t seem bothered at all.

“I dunno.” She shrugged. “You say good-bye to Mom and Dad?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. They’re by the punch bowl with Colonel Rutter. You’re supposed to go meet up with them.” Troy grabbed her into a crushing bear hug. “
H’aleem
, Pepper. That’s L’eihr for good-bye.” Then he turned and disappeared into the crowd. Gone without a care, just like always.

“Love you, too, asshole,” she muttered to herself.

She released a heavy sigh and made her way to the beverage table to meet her parents. Even from a distance, she noticed Mom’s eyes were puffy and red, but Mom smiled up at Dad while he caressed her arm and kissed her forehead.

Mom stood on tiptoe and waved to her. “Colonel Rutter went to get our exchange student. Isn’t this exciting?”

“Yeah,” Cara mumbled while chewing her thumbnail. “I can’t wait.”

“Here he comes!” Mom bounced the same way Troy had just done, more excited than a kindergartner at snack time.

It was him, all right. Time for damage control. Pulling her shoulders back, she plastered a confident smile on her face.

Colonel Rutter began the introductions. “Aelyx, I’d like you to meet the Sweeney family: Bill, Eileen, and Cara. Troy Sweeney’s taking your place on L’eihr.”

Aelyx shook Dad’s hand and said something in another language—something beautiful and flowing, like a cross between French and Hawaiian. “It’s an honor,” he translated in English.

“Believe me,” Dad said, practically beaming with pride, “the honor’s mine.”

Next, Aelyx extended his hand to Mom. “Mrs. Sweeney, thank you for opening your home—”

Before he could finish, Mom jumped forward and pulled Aelyx into a hug. Cara noticed his back stiffen for several beats too long before he returned the embrace and gave Mom’s shoulder an awkward
pat, pat, pat
. Either people on L’eihr didn’t hug, or he found humans repulsive. Probably both.

Finally, he turned to Cara. She offered her hand, and he took it in both of his. While his grasp was warm and strong, there was an eerie vacancy in his gaze, almost robotic. She hadn’t noticed it before, and the last line of HALO’s pamphlet suddenly rang in her ears:
He may look human, but he is not.
Some long-buried, primal instinct screamed,
Danger!
but she tightened her grip and resisted the urge to pull her hand free.

“
Cah
-ra,” he began. His voice was alluring, but his eyes were dead. “Your name is the Irish word for friend. I hope you and I will be great friends.” It sounded rehearsed and completely insincere, almost backhanded in its delivery.

Her palms were sweaty—there was nothing she could do about that—but she was determined not to let her voice shake. Flashing her most diplomatic smile, she replied, “Your name means ‘son of Elyx,’ which doesn’t give me much to work with, but it’s nice to meet you, too.” At his startled response, she added, “Looks like we both did our homework.”

He released her hand, stepped back, and didn’t make eye contact for the rest of the night. It was going to be a long plane ride home the next day. And a very long year.

A
elyx felt a brief crush of claustrophobia when he entered the Sweeneys’ modest home. An oversize, overstuffed floral sofa dominated the living room, while a dark wooden coffee table claimed the remaining floor space. But it was the sixty-inch television mounted on the opposite wall that commanded the most attention. Dozens of family photos splayed outward from either side of the flat black screen like vines run amok.

Eileen Sweeney linked her arm through his again, and his muscles twitched from the contact. He wished she wouldn’t touch him so frequently, but to say so might be rude. He also wished Bill Sweeney would cease his endless prattle. Sacred Mother, when the man wasn’t speaking incessantly, he was practically copulating with his wife in public. During the flight from Manhattan, Bill and Eileen had rained kisses on each other nonstop. The ambassador had warned him about this, but still, were these humans incapable of self-control? Cara was the only member of the family to give him any peace.

“Your room’s down here.” Eileen pulled him through a short hallway. “I decorated it in the natural colors of L’eihr.”

When Aelyx stepped into his bedroom, the tension in his shoulders evaporated. Nothing, not even a single picture frame, adorned the freshly painted gray walls. A standard bed draped in beige stood opposite a simple chest of drawers. The space was open and uncluttered. Perfect. He set his duffel bag on the floor and sighed with relief.

“Mrs. Sweeney—”

“Eileen.” She smoothed a lock of hair behind one ear and smiled.

“Thank you for your hospitality.”

Beaming, she waved a dismissive hand. “I’ll let you unpack while I heat up the pizza.” Without another word, she left the room and closed the door.

Aelyx felt a quick pang of remorse for his harsh assumptions about the Sweeneys, but he pushed it to the back of his mind. He unzipped his bag and surveyed the clothing Colonel Rutter had provided for him. While he understood the importance of dressing to assimilate with humans, he’d worn the L’eihr uniform all his life. Parting with it felt abnormal, like shedding his skin. With a quiet groan, he changed into a pair of blue denim pants and a gray cotton shirt. Then he folded his uniform and brushed his fingertips against the smooth fabric before placing it in the chest of drawers with the other garments.

The scent of strange food began to permeate the air, and he wondered how he’d choke it down without retching. He’d practiced eating Earth fare, but he couldn’t tolerate the overwhelming flavors. Seasonings were used far too liberally here.

Aelyx let his mind wander back to L’eihr, to the tranquil mountains, the quiet companionship of his peers, and his favorite meal—tender, juicy meat braised with root vegetables. But in the end, he knew reminiscing wasn’t helpful. He needed to focus on his mission—the sooner he achieved his goal, the sooner he could return home.

A nearby door slammed, and seconds later, the wall that divided his bedroom from Cara’s began thumping in time with her speakers. Cara’s voice sang out, far too muffled to interpret her words but clear enough to highlight her flagrant tone-deafness.

An involuntary smile curved Aelyx’s mouth. Leaping gods, there it was again—though he found nothing particularly entertaining about the girl, she’d already elicited this reaction in him several times, starting with the moment she’d removed her undergarments and revealed her bare, round bottom. Her skin was even paler than he’d thought possible, so translucent it practically illuminated the darkness, and he’d finally understood why humans called the act
mooning
.

He reached into his duffel and retrieved Cara’s photograph, studying the wide smile that parted her lips and crinkled the skin around her bright blue eyes. Those eyes hadn’t appeared as friendly today after the third time he’d defeated her in chess. He’d laughed then, too, and she hadn’t seemed to appreciate it.

From what he knew, Cara was a competitive student, the top in her class. Losing to him so consistently must have been torture. He considered allowing her to win a game or two but decided it wasn’t in her best interest. Besides, she wouldn’t believe the victory was genuine. She was only human, but brighter than most of her species. Maybe some coaching would help. At the very least, he should make an effort to show interest in her life. It would seem suspicious otherwise.

Yes, he’d seek her out and initiate dialogue…as soon as he found the will to leave his bedroom.

With her fingertips poised above the keyboard, Cara slouched in front of her computer, feeling mocked by a half-blank screen. The cursor blinked at the top of the page with a clock’s rhythmic precision, teasing:
tick-tock, you’re blocked, tick-
tock, you’re blocked
.

Writer’s block wasn’t the only problem. After arriving home, she’d rushed to her room to blog about the gala while each sensation from last night was still fresh in her memory. She wanted so badly to spin a riveting tale of meeting Aelyx for the first time, but what could she say? She’d mooned him before even shaking his hand.

And instead of charming her with stories of life on L’eihr, Aelyx had snubbed her for six hours of in-flight hell. The details of their budding friendship would’ve made such interesting reading…if there
were
a friendship.

In reality, she didn’t have anything remotely pleasant to say. Aelyx was so strange. He refused to eat or drink anything but water, spoke only when asked a direct question, and the emptiness in his—albeit stunning—eyes gave her the shivers. Sharing that information with the world? Not the best idea. And she definitely wasn’t blogging about what an idiot she’d been during their layover at the airport.

To pass the time, she’d pulled a 3-in-1 magnetic travel game set from her backpack and challenged Aelyx to a game of chess. He’d won in less than five minutes—seriously, five minutes—even though he’d never played before. Completely shocked, not to mention pissed, she’d demanded a rematch, and with a smirk that practically said,
As you wish, stupid
human
, he’d creamed her again, easily. Had she let it go? Of course not. There were other games to play: checkers, backgammon, rock-paper-scissors. In the end, she’d left her dignity at Concourse B and boarded the plane in silence.

After shutting down her computer, she decided to see if Mom needed help with dinner. It wasn’t a service Cara usually offered, but anything was better than staring at a blank screen. Well, anything except spending time with Aelyx. She peeked down at the end of the hallway and noticed his door was closed. He was probably still unpacking. Quiet as a nun, she stepped into the hall and tiptoed to the kitchen.

“Mom, is dinner almost—” She stopped short, grasping the doorframe for balance.

While a box of leftover Domino’s lay open on the counter, Mom stood wrapped in Dad’s arms, her cheek buried against his chest while her shoulders hiccupped with the silent quakes that came from too much crying.

Likely because of Troy. They only saw him once every couple of years now, and it always took Mom a week to recover when he left again. Not that the selfish jackass noticed or cared.

Cara stepped closer and patted Mom’s arm. “It’s only eight months, and then he gets to come home for a visit. It’ll go by fast.”

Mom’s voice sounded muffled when she said, “And then you’ll both leave.”

“That’ll go by fast, too.” Or at least Cara hoped so.

But there was no reasoning with Mom when she was like this. She mumbled something about wanting her family together under the same roof while Dad glanced at Cara and shook his head as if to say,
Not now
. He whispered in Mom’s ear, and they swayed together to the drone of the microwave.

Nodding, Cara turned and walked into the living room, but she didn’t expect to see Aelyx on the other side of the doorway. Her breath hitched, and she placed a shaky hand over her heart.

“Hello,
Cah
-ra.” He raised his hands in a nonthreatening gesture like a robbery victim. “Sorry to startle you.”

She noticed his clothes right away. Aelyx had finally stopped wearing his uniform, and she was shocked at how appealing he looked in jeans and a snug-fitting T-shirt. It almost compensated for his strangeness. Not quite, though.

“Don’t go in there.” She gently pushed him away from the kitchen, but his shoulder muscles tightened beneath her hand, and he jumped back as if her fingers were tipped with spikes. Whoa. What was his problem with physical contact? Did L’eihrs have too many nerve endings in their skin?

“Did I hurt you?” she asked.

As if to erase her touch, he rubbed a hand over the top of his shirt. “Of course not.”

“It’s just, my mom’s upset.” Cara tipped her head to the side and raised an eyebrow. “And when my dad tries to make her feel better, they usually end up kissing. A lot.”

He hesitated, eyes darting to the kitchen, clearly repulsed by the idea. A moment later, he gestured toward the living room. “Should we play chess while your parents…finish dinner?”

Losing to him for the forty-seventh time sounded about as enjoyable as bathing in sweaty gym socks, but she couldn’t think of a convincing excuse to get out of it. So she grabbed the chess game and set up the board on the coffee table, then knelt on the floor opposite Aelyx.

“You first.” He pointed at the board. “Your parents seem unusually affectionate, even for humans.”

Snorting a laugh, she moved a pawn two spaces forward. “Yeah. I hope you’ve got a strong stomach. It wasn’t always like this. Believe it or not, they used to be normal. Before Mom got sick.”

“Cancer, right?” He mirrored her move and she advanced another piece.

“Mmm-hmm. I guess it was a wake-up call. Dad was a hot mess. He spent all his time at the hospital with Mom and didn’t eat or sleep. Then Mom lost her job at the bank, and the insurance company dropped her.” Cara didn’t mention this, but it was a miracle the fire department hadn’t let Dad go, based on how much work he’d missed. Mom’s cancer had set the family back, but it could’ve been a lot worse. “That’s when I started waitressing.”

Aelyx captured her first pawn and rolled it between his fingers. “That’s terrible.” His expressionless eyes didn’t match his words, but at least he’d made an attempt to sound sympathetic.

“It was.” She moved her knight within range of his bishop as a lure, but he didn’t take the bait. “Especially when Troy left. Mom kept getting worse, and I don’t think he could stand feeling helpless, so he joined the Marines and deployed right away.”

“You were alone?”

“Sort of.” She thought about Eric and Tori, wondering how long she could delay their first meeting with Aelyx. “My boyfriend checked up on me, but he was just a friend back then. We didn’t start dating till Mom was better. And sometimes my friend Tori brought me dinner. But other than that, yeah, I guess I was alone.”

Aelyx captured a third pawn and began stacking the pieces into a little tower. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s okay. On the bright side, I learned to pay bills, do laundry, cook for myself…well, kind of. I’m not a great cook.” Sucktacular was more like it.

While she took his first pawn, she worked up the nerve to ask a question, something she’d been dying to know for years. The problem was how to phrase it in a way that didn’t sound insulting. Clearing her throat, she leaned toward him and looked directly into his cold, steely eyes. “If I ask you something, will you tell me the truth?”

He hesitated, obviously caught off guard, and then nodded with exaggerated slowness like he knew this wouldn’t be a casual, friendly sort of inquiry.

“The cure from the
asheem
—it’s permanent, right? Like, it’s not a trick that’ll wear off one day, is it?”

With a quiet sigh, he relaxed his posture and flashed a quasi-smile. “No.” He seemed so relieved that she wondered what kind of question he’d been expecting. “But if it were a trick, do you think I’d admit it?”

“Probably not.” Still, she believed him for some reason. Aelyx didn’t strike her as a very good liar. “Hope I didn’t offend you.”

“Not at all.” He snatched her rook off the board and replaced it with his knight. “I would have been skeptical, too.”

Well then, they had something in common.

They played in silence for several minutes, and then Aelyx made a careless move—he left his queen unprotected. For the first time, Cara felt hope that she might actually win. She paused to analyze the board, making sure it wasn’t a trap, and then took his queen with her bishop. Sweet victory seemed so close that her pulse began to quicken and she felt tingly all over. Who needed drugs when winning felt this good?