Alien in the Family

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    “Oh, yeah, totally. Of course, he’s in love with someone else. Another man, to be exact. He’s one of my best friends, not my lover.”
    “Men and women cannot be friends.”
    “Well, sure, not all the time. Like, two of the guys outside the door are friends of mine, but between you, me, and the straps, they’d both do me in a New York Minute if they could. Of course, they won’t because they know I’m not in love with them, and, unlike you, they don’t force themselves on women who aren’t willing.” Of course, Christopher sort of had, but I hadn’t been all that unwilling.
    Train of thought change time—I knew Martini was focusing his full empathic skills on me right now. “But James is my friend, only. And unless he stops being gay, which seems unlikely, he’ll only be my friend. Which is too bad, really, especially since I’m damned sure he kisses better than you.”
    She glared at me. “And the other three?”
    “Well, the totally hot black guy is my friend’s boyfriend. Be glad I’m the one in here, not him. It’s a toss-up between which one of us hates you more.”
    “So, your lover is still alive?”
    “If you mean the guy you’re pretending to be right now, yeah. He’s still alive, no thanks to you.”
    She laughed. “He will be nothing. I smashed his brain. On purpose.”
    I decided Chuckie hadn’t tortured her enough. “Pity for you. Because he’s going to be fine.”
    “Impossible.” She shifted back to herself.
    “Nope, quite possible. He’s going to be fine. Without hair for a little while, but he’s so damn good looking that it won’t matter. Oh, and yeah, I can see why you like shifting into him; he’s beyond hotter looking than you.”
    “And the others?”
    “One of them’s a new recruit and the guy who saved my friend’s life. And the other one actually is my mate. See if you can guess who’s who. I gave you the easy one.” The one she already knew.
    I knew she was fully aware that Reader wasn’t my man—she wouldn’t have used Gower’s image to lure him if she hadn’t been. She hadn’t made a mistake attacking Reader so much as a choice to up the body count. Attacking him had given her away and ended in her capture, but she didn’t seem worried, more like she was playing a game. And that meant I had to figure out what game it was and what she thought she was achieving before she got a chance to hurt anybody else. Specifically Martini, because I wasn’t buying that she didn’t know which one he was any more than I was buying her pickup lines.
    “We will kill them all. That way, there is no confusion.”
    “Who’s ‘we’? I’m supposed to believe there’s more of you whacked out bitches on my planet?” I knew there was at least one other, but I was hoping we’d catch a break.
    “My mate is here. She will ensure my freedom and the death of your beloved men,” she spat the word, “and your enslavement.”
    “Oh, it’s always the enslavement with you people. Never the playing nicely with others. And I’m supposed to believe there are only two of you here? What a lame-ass invasion. Two insane Amazons against an entire planet? No wonder you all were locked onto your home world—who’d want to let the lot of you out?”
    “We are all that will be needed.”
    There was something in the way she said it. Or rather, in the way her eyes didn’t meet mine. Wow, no one from their entire solar system could lie. Amazing. “You’re not actually emissaries from your government, are you?”
    She looked at me and her eyes were wide. “What do you mean?”
    “What’s your name?”
    “Why?”
    “I figure I’d rather call you by your name than Whacked Out Psycho Space Bitch, which is what I’m leaning toward. Oh, and, yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m sure I can’t pronounce your freaking name in my language. You’re a chick, fake it.”
    I half expected her to say Diana. “You may call me Moira.” Oh, well, she was too militant and anti-Earth to be the real Wonder Woman, after all. On the other hand, I figured she’d picked the name for a reason—Moirae was what the Greeks called the Fates. And the A-C solar system had been around and active when all the Earth races were still babies.
    “Great. So, Moira, what’s your mate’s name?”
    “She is not captured, I will not betray her.”
    “Fine. So, when did you two decide on this plan of conquest, before or after you got exiled?”
    Her jaw dropped. “Wha . . . what do you