Page 44 of Conquered (The Hidden Planet 1)

“The phrase you’re thinking of,” he says. “It’s ‘there’s no delaying the inevitable.’”

“Oh.”

“Don’t worry, human. We have four days. We’ll get you squared up with your slang.”

I laugh and he smiles, then kisses me once more. I soak up the moment, soak up the way he’s touching me, soak up the way when we’re together, I feel invincible. I feel special and brave and fierce.

I feel like I can conquer the universe with Quinn by my side.

And then it’s time to leave.

I watch on a control screen as the side of the warehouse slides away.

“That’s incredible,” I say. “I’ve never seen a building like this one before.”

“Money talks,” he says. “There’s another phrase for you.”

“What’s it mean?”

“It means I spent a lot of money to buy this place. It means money gets you what you want.”

“Sadly,” I say. “The world would be better if other things got you what you wanted.”

“There aren’t many good people in the world, Fiona.”

“You’re good.” I shouldn’t say it, shouldn’t let the words leave my lips, but I can’t help myself.

“I’m not as good as you think.”

“You saved me. You didn’t have to.”

“I couldn’t help myself,” he says.

We sit in silence then and I try not to think too hard about the words he’s saying or the way my heart feels when he does. I try to focus on the way he’s slowly easing the ship out of the warehouse and into the field next to the building. I try to pay attention to the buttons he’s pressing as he raises the ship into the air.

I try to listen to what he’s saying now, but all I hear is what he didn’t say.

All I hear is that he wanted to save me.

All I hear is that he wanted me.

Chapter 22

Quinn

Once we’re off Dreagle, I calm down. I shouldn’t because the real trouble is just beginning, but before I start to worry about anyone finding me and trying to shoot down my damn ship, I’m going to have a little fun with Fiona.

“You look cozy,” I comment, looking her up and down. She’s wearing a shirt and socks and nothing else. She smiles at me from the seat beside me. Fiona has her feet pulled up on the chair and I can see her little pussy peeking through her thighs at me.

Wet.

Waiting.

Wanting.

“I am cozy,” she murmurs. “And comfortable.”