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An Act of War
Alien Tigers
Book 3
By: Tanya Jolie
Book 3: An Act of War
Prologue
Bruce slammed his fist against the house he had trekked through protests and unrest to get to. The aging wood of the door seemed to Bruce, in the dim morning light, like it could crumble at any moment. The protests and rioting had reached their zenith right when he returned Anita to her home, so when he circled back around, it seemed to have died down. There were lines of men and women talking into their microphones and at their camera men, trying to get the most precise scoop of what had just happened. As he slipped in between the trucks and the people, he couldn’t help but feel relieved at the fact that no one seemed to notice him. His little stunt—invoking his tiger powers—could have exposed everything, but had seemed to go unnoticed. Soon, he would be getting on a plane to sell this resolution to the United Nations. He would be hundreds of miles away from all of this—away from Anita. The distance might clear his mind and silence the inexplicable pounding of his heart. At least, that’s what he had hoped.
So he continued to pound on the door until it was ripped cleanly away from his hand. Boris stood before him with his ruffled blonde hair and a dark, terry cloth robe draped over his frame. “Fancy that,” he said as he stepped aside, gesturing for Bruce to enter.
Bruce stalked over the threshold, his eyes sweeping the room, taking in the boxes, the piles of things: papers, files, clothes, kitchen stuff. He came to a stop in the center of the living room, crossing his arms defiantly. “What did they send you here for?”
Boris shut the door behind him, walking into the living room and taking a seat on his couch. “You.” He raised an eyebrow.
Bruce glowered at him. “Does he not trust me? Is there anything I have done that has worried him?” He couldn’t understand how, in the mere weeks that he had been on Earth, in the midst of only the first phase of the grander Plan, he could have upset the emperor this much.
“You’ve taken a lover.”
Bruce furrowed his brow. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He hadn’t mated with anyone since… Lexus. He cocked his head to the side. “Do you know your girlfriend stowed?”
Boris hardly responded, except for a tiny flinch Bruce would have missed if he didn’t know him so well. “How do you know this?”
Bruce’s heart fluttered in his chest. He was beginning to think that bringing Lexus up to Boris was a complete mistake. “She came to me.”
Boris leaned over, resting his elbows on his knees, his face slowly turning a crimson color of rage.
Bruce was beginning to feel distinctly as if he had let the bull out of its cage.
“You mean to tell me that she stowed on my craft, but then tracked you down?” His angry voice cut through the tense air.
Bruce could think of nothing else to do but to change the subject. “I don’t have a lover.” But it was as he said this that he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. He stepped back to find a beret on the rug. He suddenly thought of Anita, but dismissed the image of her running through the dense crowd of dangerous people, her hair flying and her lipstick smudged, almost as soon as it came to mind. “But it seems that you have.”
Boris leaned back in the couch, stretching his hands out to either side of him, a mischievous gleam in his eye. “Of course I have.”
“Who?”
Boris shrugged. “She’s stunning, tall, smart. She’s got this kind of dusty blonde hair, and… those eyes.”
Anita. “What?”
“Any eye for an eye—”
Bruce crossed the rug in two long strides, clenched his right hand into a fist, and then drove it into Boris’s face.
Boris let out a yelp of pain, doubling so far over that his head landed in-between his knees. When he finally looked up, Bruce saw the blood spilling from the wound on his right cheek. Boris
An Act of War
Alien Tigers
Book 3
By: Tanya Jolie
Book 3: An Act of War
Prologue
Bruce slammed his fist against the house he had trekked through protests and unrest to get to. The aging wood of the door seemed to Bruce, in the dim morning light, like it could crumble at any moment. The protests and rioting had reached their zenith right when he returned Anita to her home, so when he circled back around, it seemed to have died down. There were lines of men and women talking into their microphones and at their camera men, trying to get the most precise scoop of what had just happened. As he slipped in between the trucks and the people, he couldn’t help but feel relieved at the fact that no one seemed to notice him. His little stunt—invoking his tiger powers—could have exposed everything, but had seemed to go unnoticed. Soon, he would be getting on a plane to sell this resolution to the United Nations. He would be hundreds of miles away from all of this—away from Anita. The distance might clear his mind and silence the inexplicable pounding of his heart. At least, that’s what he had hoped.
So he continued to pound on the door until it was ripped cleanly away from his hand. Boris stood before him with his ruffled blonde hair and a dark, terry cloth robe draped over his frame. “Fancy that,” he said as he stepped aside, gesturing for Bruce to enter.
Bruce stalked over the threshold, his eyes sweeping the room, taking in the boxes, the piles of things: papers, files, clothes, kitchen stuff. He came to a stop in the center of the living room, crossing his arms defiantly. “What did they send you here for?”
Boris shut the door behind him, walking into the living room and taking a seat on his couch. “You.” He raised an eyebrow.
Bruce glowered at him. “Does he not trust me? Is there anything I have done that has worried him?” He couldn’t understand how, in the mere weeks that he had been on Earth, in the midst of only the first phase of the grander Plan, he could have upset the emperor this much.
“You’ve taken a lover.”
Bruce furrowed his brow. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He hadn’t mated with anyone since… Lexus. He cocked his head to the side. “Do you know your girlfriend stowed?”
Boris hardly responded, except for a tiny flinch Bruce would have missed if he didn’t know him so well. “How do you know this?”
Bruce’s heart fluttered in his chest. He was beginning to think that bringing Lexus up to Boris was a complete mistake. “She came to me.”
Boris leaned over, resting his elbows on his knees, his face slowly turning a crimson color of rage.
Bruce was beginning to feel distinctly as if he had let the bull out of its cage.
“You mean to tell me that she stowed on my craft, but then tracked you down?” His angry voice cut through the tense air.
Bruce could think of nothing else to do but to change the subject. “I don’t have a lover.” But it was as he said this that he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. He stepped back to find a beret on the rug. He suddenly thought of Anita, but dismissed the image of her running through the dense crowd of dangerous people, her hair flying and her lipstick smudged, almost as soon as it came to mind. “But it seems that you have.”
Boris leaned back in the couch, stretching his hands out to either side of him, a mischievous gleam in his eye. “Of course I have.”
“Who?”
Boris shrugged. “She’s stunning, tall, smart. She’s got this kind of dusty blonde hair, and… those eyes.”
Anita. “What?”
“Any eye for an eye—”
Bruce crossed the rug in two long strides, clenched his right hand into a fist, and then drove it into Boris’s face.
Boris let out a yelp of pain, doubling so far over that his head landed in-between his knees. When he finally looked up, Bruce saw the blood spilling from the wound on his right cheek. Boris
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