Alien Knight Blind Date Disaster
Lumerian Knights, Book 3
Becca Brayden
Alien Knight Blind Date Disaster
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Brayden, Becca
Alien Knight Blind Date Disaster
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This book was written for an adult audience. The book may contain explicit sexual content. Sexual activities included in this book are strictly fantasies intended for adults and any activities or risks taken by fictional characters within the story are neither endorsed nor encouraged by the author or publisher.
Contents
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Epilogue
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Chapter One
Falden Corshival was the most ancient of the Lumerian Knights. The Strongest. Wisest. He never resented his responsibility to his people, simply doing whatever needed to be done to ensure their survival. Embraced his duty. Made hard decisions. Sacrificed everything.
Two thousand years had passed since their world was destroyed and they fled to Caldor. Sought refuge on the large allied planet. Stayed hidden as those who destroyed Lumeria continued to hunt for survivors. And in all that time, the survivors, about a hundred Knights who made their way first to Caldor and now to Earth, looked to him for leadership. Expected him to know what to do, make all the right decisions, keep them alive. Never, in all that time, had he questioned his purpose.
The fact that one small human female could jeopardize everything made his normally cold blood burn in his veins like acid.
Falden shifted in the hard chair, wishing he wore his Lumerian armor instead of the black trousers and black shirt his second in command, Gareth, had convinced him to wear in order to “look human.” He was used to being unseen, the Lumerian Spectral Cloaking Armor he normally wore making him and his fellow Knights completely invisible when he was on a mission. He was not accustomed to drawing the eye of every man and woman in the room, as he was doing this night in the noisy, crowded bar and grill.
He tapped his ear communication device, signaling his team that he needed their attention. They’d been together for centuries, could read each other so well there was rarely a true need to voice his thoughts. Two of his fiercest warriors sat in a dark corner booth, ever watchful, surveying the overloud human area for threats.
“This is not going to work,” he murmured, careful to keep his voice and movement to a minimum. The last thing he needed to do was draw more attention to himself.
Falden was visible to the general public, human or otherwise, for the first time in centuries. He focused, remaining still and watchful. His body thrummed. He’d been unseen and therefore ignored for so long, he now felt… uncomfortably exposed. Careful to speak Caldorian and not Lumerian, his native tongue, he grumbled, “I find it hard to believe this blog you’ve found could possibly be true. I know of no Lumerian woman who would tolerate a single item from this human list of courting rituals.”
Vander, one of his best Knights, shrugged. “I agree. But we’re talking about a human. Potentially dangerous. A reporter who could expose all of us, even if it’s unintentional. She knows something about the items that were missing from Sevron’s quarters after the attack. She’s made contact with someone through their internet, attempting to sell Caldorian technology. We only caught one of the traitors responsible for the breach in our defenses last month. Perhaps she is working with another. And you said it yourself—we can’t afford to be wrong.”
Cassiel, another of his best, nodded and added dryly, “Besides, she’s going to think you’re her newest contact, remember? This is her meeting. Her drop site. We wouldn’t have known about it if she hadn’t tried to get into our system through the back door and go through Sevron’s files. She’s been digging into the black markets and the Intergalactic Council, not to mention Caldor.”
Through clenched teeth Vander continued, “That means Lumerian secrets are at risk. We’re at risk. She’s no innocent. Whatever setup she has going here, we need to find out what she’s up to and who she’s been working with. Who is she actually supposed to be meeting here? Don’t forget, she’s not even using her real name. She started this. We’re just playing her game.”
Falden’s frown only deepened. He knew the stakes. Every Lumerian Knight still in hiding was at risk. Every Caldorian. Every human. She could jeopardize planetary defenses or expose a two-thousand-year-old secret. A secret he and his men had worked tirelessly to hide. Sacrificed everything to keep.
He looked around at the happy couples and small groups of humans with a practiced eye. If there were any nonhumans in the room besides himself or his Lumerian Knights, he would sense their presence. He was ever watchful. After the attack on Earth, he was even more alert. Ready. His senses were better than any human’s. He could see better. Move faster. No one would get past his Knights, but if they did, he would make short work of them.
Assured that for the moment they were safe, he allowed himself to think about the mysterious female reporter. She may be able to lead them to the traitors who had taken down the planetary shield. The breach in Earth’s defenses had allowed the Vilitos to come in undetected in a surprise attack. He knew there was an expanding black market
