Galene loved the off-campus studio. She was back in California at the UCLA School of Arts and preparing for her first official exhibition. Three years of hard work led to a taste of gallery life, and she refused to disappoint herself or her professors.
She had her last year of college ahead and needed to focus on direction and narrative within her art. Crossing the quiet street, she glanced at the old industrial warehouse and smiled. Ten of her fellow students shared this massive space with multi-level studios. Yes, the old building seemed unaccommodating to the average person, but it felt eclectic and welcoming to art students. Old sofas and messy studios sat next to a make-shift pottery space. They also had a lithographic and printing room, a sculpture space filled with stone, wood, metals, and a workshop and welding area. The sounds of artists working always motivated Galene to try harder to translate her passion onto canvas.Pulling out her security pass, she swipedStralath watched the entrance to the warehouse, hoping his intel was correct. The new SUV was a luxurious brand, and he appreciated the warm leather smell as he reached for the box sitting on the center console and snapped it open. The Hublot watch cost twenty grand and matched his outfit and car. The NIRL had provided a generous budget for the mission, and Stralath wasn't complaining. "Why don't we just rely on Bobby's father—what's his name—to relay a message to the fisheri? That's way easier." Drusdor asked from behind. "There's little trust between the pods, and the fisheri will think it's a trap. I'll need to speak to Vigtor Norvegius myself. At least we now have a name." Strapping on the watch, he glanced at Cleona and scowled. "I can't believe you actually shaved your head." "I hate human hair." She ran a hand over her cropped cut. "I feel free. Such annoying shit. And apparently, I had to wash it with fancy bottled soap just for hair. No thanks.
Galene needed to get her shit together. How had she lost her favorite paintbrush? The stiff hog bristle brush was what she needed for her background blend. And now, she'd gone in search of a similar tool, begging fellow students to lend her theirs. She'd buy a new brush later that evening. Grumbling at how much time she'd wasted, Galene raced back to her studio and headed straight for the open tin. Dipping the broad brush into bright green paint, she turned to her new canvas and, with an arched swipe, let loose. Green globs struck white canvas as she dipped the brush again and raised her hand."What in the living hell!" The deep voice behind the easel had her freezing as a large man stepped into view.He clutched his paint-splattered jacket like he'd been stabbed and gaped at her in shock."O
Galene put aside the brush and stretched her back. She'd worked all afternoon and had finally finished two of her works. After lining them against the wall, she refrained from squealing. Her excitement grew, knowing that she was only weeks away from a gallery opening. The art critique session had gone well earlier in the day when three of her fine art professors gave her constructive criticism and praise. Having tapped into her base emotions for inspiration, she was on the right track. "If I step through this door, is it safe?"Galene whirled to face a smiling giant, and her mind went blank. The same investor from the day before leaned against the wall. He wore more appropriate clothing—a grey Henley shirt and loosely fitted jeans. Somehow, he seemed more lethal. Perhaps it was how the shirt hinted at the carved torso beneath. Hands in pockets, he pushed away from the wall and strolled towards her. Galene circled away from his predatory vibes and strived for calm.
After helping Liam at the sculpture bay, Galene paused by a large window and stared out onto the quiet street below. The feeling of being watched hadn't subsided over the past few days. Perhaps she felt paranoid with the lack of privacy—now she had another person living in the apartment and a handsome investor watching her while she worked. Both men affected her focus. Had she been too harsh earlier with Mr. Stralath Rey? She called him a trafficker. Galene winced. At least he'd left her alone after her tirade, and the afternoon had been productive. Now, the sun had almost disappeared, and the warehouse slowly emptied. Her stomach growled, and Galene decided to call it a day. What did she want to eat? She thought of the restaurants she'd pass on the way home and decided on Mexican. Needing exercise, this morning, she'd walked to work, and now she regretted that decision. It would take a good thirty minutes to walk home, but she'd take the scenic route. She hummed a
He'd revealed a glimpse of his true form. Only his golden, glowing eyes. But, that had been sufficient enough to scare Galene's assailant away. Stralath didn't regret the decision. The knife in the bastard's hand had sat too close to her skin.He glanced at Galene as they walked towards the alley exit. He took his time and asked once more to see her head. The NIRL vehicle was not parked in the street—he'd followed her on foot. Luckily, Cleona drove their transport to the restaurant, and he needed to buy time. Cleona had used the Gamneda to look up the restaurant owner's name and background, which helped with Galene's interrogation."We're almost there."His teammate's words rang in his head."I'll call the police." He pulled
Humans are stupid.Humans are weak.Humans are prey.The mantra ran through Kalder's head as he rang the doorbell and waited. A least there weren't any humans in the apartment. He held a bag of donuts as a tempting lure, hoping she'd open the door. Surely she could sense her kind? They came from different pods but, essentially, were the same.The doors cracked open, the safety lock in place, and Kalder forced a smile. "Galene? Isn't that your name? Hello." He waved the paper bag in the air."Who are you? Oh right—Harper's couch boyfriend from the other day. Harper isn't home—she has an exam."
Galene took a deep breath before ascending the pebbled stairs. Was she overdressed for the Grecian-themed affair? She touched the knee-length sky blue floaty skirt. She'd picked up the 1950s dress in a vintage thrift store. The ruched bodice nipped in at the waist, and the wide neckline revealed her pale collarbone, which made her feel slightly self-conscious.Aside from the fact that she never wore a dress—dungarees, jeans, and overalls made up most of her wardrobe. Many of which she'd ruined with her paints. But, at least she wore comfortable shoes—silver ballet pumps that matched a simple chain necklace. The tiny gemstone encrusted paint palette pendant was a gift her mom had given her for Christmas, and they now both had matching pendants.Galene's thick hair annoyed her. A pale flaxen strand blew across her chest, and she s
He'd lost time while watching men flock to the siren's side. And could he blame them? Galene had looked like an ethereal vision—a sparkling gem—amongst the LA elite. Stralath couldn't look away and knew he was screwed. He also cursed his human skin which attracted females and caused a hindrance to the mission. Drusdor trailed behind Stralath, playing the perfect role as his assistant, but the asshole could whine about everything."Why do humans wear so many clothes," Drusdor muttered as they circled towards Galene. "I mean, it's as hot as Venus, and we're strolling around in numerous layers. Naked is better.""Don't you dare shed your clothes." Stralath pinned his friend with a deadly stare. "I miss the forest," Drusdor grumbled. "And snow. My peaceful time in the Himalayas. And the deep snowdrifts—reaching up to my chest and I ain't no small—""Enough, Yeti Jackass." Stralath raised a hand and dropped it when Galene met his gaze. He smil