Escape from Ixilta (Alien Outlaws Book 1) Page 2

  When Xandr moved next, Andie followed without needing to be dragged, her mind still working on everything that he’d said. Did she really think he’d get her out of the city’s influence and one step closer to home? It sounded impossible, something she hadn’t let herself dream about in years. She’d long since been resigned to living out the rest of her years here, keeping her head down and doing whatever it took to make it through another day. There were worse places to live and die. But with the prospect of escape on the horizon, for the first time in so long, Andie let herself dream.

  They stuck to the shadows, but not so tightly that they would call attention to themselves. It was difficult work to stay inconspicuous when everyone around them was trying to do the same. The guards of Ixilta had absolute authority, and no one would stop them if they wanted to do harm to anyone.

  Xandr sent her into a shop and had her buy a large tunic that he could throw over his old uniform. With that one garment, he no longer looked like a dangerous man who could tear the city apart, but rather just another normal citizen going about his daily life. He kept the hood of the tunic up to keep his face covered, but it was a chilly day and the extra layer didn’t seem out of place. They walked some more and when Andie suggested that they stop for food, he sent her to the nearest stall and she came back with two plates piled high with steaming goodness.

  They ate in silence, leaning against the side of a squat building, away from view of most of the street. Andie tried not to stare at the methodical way that Xandr devoured his food, but he held her mesmerized and as she watched his throat work as he swallowed she had to take a deep gulp of the drink she’d purchased. It did little to cool her off, but the motion was enough of a distraction for her to break her gaze.

  The shadows were long on the streets and most of the pedestrians were gone, ensconced safely in their homes before the bell for the curfew rang.

  “If we’re caught out here after dark our lives are forfeit,” she warned her companion.

  Xandr was quiet for a minute while he finished his food and disposed of the containers. “I know a place we can crash.”

  She’d really hoped that they would make it out of the city before nightfall, but the city was huge and that had never been reality, not while they were on foot. “You’re sure it’s still safe?”

  “I was only on the inside for two months,” he replied.

  Andie looked at him again, trying to reconcile that with the history she’d been concocting in her mind. Everything about Xandr looked hard, as if he’d been forged from stone then birthed in a crucible. If he had told her that he’d been behind bars for a decade, she would have easily believed it. Two months? That strained credulity. But if he knew a safe place, she wouldn’t turn her nose up at it. Andie stuck to her own part of the city, and even though they were only a few kilometers away these streets felt like a foreign land. She didn’t know the guard patrols or which shop proprietors were likely to report any perceived wrongdoing. And she certainly didn’t know where it would be safe for a prison escapee and his accomplice to sleep for the night.

  She followed Xandr through the thickening shadows, her ears straining to hear the siren warning that the city was under curfew. It had to be late, but they were still safe for now.

  Xandr darted out of the alley and cursed before quickly retreating just as the warning siren sounded, alerting everyone that the curfew would begin in fifteen minutes. The meanest of the guards would soon be out on patrol, those who reveled in the blood they could hope to spill on those unfortunate enough to be stuck outside when all vestiges of safety were pulled away.

  “What?” Andie hissed. “Are we close?” Fifteen minutes was no time at all.

  He pointed towards the mouth of the alley. “New guard station. Was just under construction last time I was here.”

  “You want us to sleep in a guard station?” She didn’t know how she kept from yelling, but it was a close thing. This man had to be crazy.

  “No,” he assured her. “But we’re close. We just need to get around it without being seen.”

  Oh, of course, that sounded incredibly easy with absolutely no risk to either of them. Andie kept the snark to herself, but it was a big ask to push off the wall and follow Xandr towards the other end of the alley. They came out to an even narrower path that ran between a tall fence and an even taller building. They hurried down it, both incredibly aware of just how little time they had until curfew was called.

  The pathway ended when the wall on one side met the building on the other and Andie wanted to curse. She looked back and saw only darkness. They were so far in the shadows that the last vestiges of sunlight couldn’t hope to find them.

  “Come on,” Xandr hurried her on, climbing up the wall like it was a ladder.

  Andie’s mouth dropped open and she simply watched him for several seconds. He moved like a cat, confident and graceful, using hand and footholds that were invisible to her eyes. When she didn’t scamper up after him, he turned and shot her a glare strong enough to get her moving. The first meter was easy enough, even if it was a harsh reminder of how much upper body strength she didn’t have. By the time she was a third of the way up the wall, Xandr stood on top and watched her, waiting as the precious minutes ticked by.

  When she was in reach, he held a hand out for her and Andie let him pull her up. She wobbled for a moment when she stood, but the wall was wide enough that they could walk easily as long as she didn’t pay attention to the fact that there was no railing and a fall from this height would not only hurt a lot but also call down the guards.

  From the top of the wall, it was clear that it ran along the building and then past the other side. They moved swiftly, Xandr’s feet much surer than Andie’s. She didn’t know how far they had to go and she was sure they stood out like sore thumbs. If even one guard glanced in their direction, they’d be sure to be caught.

  And then she tripped.

  She bit her tongue to keep from crying out, but she must have made a sound as she went to one knee and lost her footing, tumbling towards the side of the long wall. And then Xandr was there, gripping her wrist before she could fall over. His blue eyes flashed a warning, but he helped her back to her feet and slowed his pace.

  The alarm for the curfew blared just as Xandr came to a stop in front of another building that the wall butted up against. He pointed to a broken window and laced his fingers together to make a step for Andie to use. This time she didn’t let any doubts stop her. She stepped on Xandr’s hands and let him launch her up, grabbing for the window and wincing at the hard bite of the sill against her tender fingers.

  She scrambled through the window into an abandoned apartment and when Xandr joined her a moment later she breathed easier. “We’re safe here?” she whispered. Even though they were off the streets and out of direct reach of the guards she couldn’t convince herself that they were truly okay.

  Xandr nodded. “For now. The water should work, and there might be some old food that’s still good. Get cleaned up and try to rest. We leave at first light.”

  Chapter Three

  ANDIE WASHED, AND WHEN she was done in the tiny shower stall, Xandr took her place. He took much longer than she had and she wondered how long it had been since he’d truly had the chance to be clean. She also realized he was trusting her for the moment. Trusting her not to run away, not to go find the guards and bring them down on him while he was naked and trapped in an interior bathroom. Though it wasn’t like she’d risk going out at night, and she didn’t have her communicator, so there was no easy way to call for help. All of that had probably occurred to him, so his shower was probably more of a calculated risk than a true act of trust.

  She found two sleeves of old crackers in a cupboard. They were covered in dust, but when she tried one it didn’t even taste stale. Their last meal hadn’t been that long ago, so Andie put the food aside in case they needed to keep it for later. She tried not to imagine what Xandr would look like in the shower. Was he t
hat same purple color all over? Were there markings or scars that his clothing hid? And what about there? He looked sort of human, two arms, two legs, one head, the right proportions, and she couldn’t help but wonder if he’d look human in that way as well. It had shocked her when she first met aliens just how many were capable of having sex with humans, but after six years in this alien land, she’d learned to accept their similarities along with their differences.

  And she wasn’t going to dwell on either of those right now. Yes, she’d agreed to go with Xandr to get out of the city, but she still wasn’t sure that he wasn’t going to betray her once they made it past the gates. She had no business thinking about him as anything besides a means to an end. It didn’t matter if he made her heart pound and her body ache. He’d kidnapped her, and even if the situation had changed since then, she couldn’t let herself forget that, not if she wanted to survive long enough to get back home.

  The water stopped and Andie looked around the old apartment, trying to find something to do. She settled on an old couch, but there wasn’t anything to read or an entertainment system. By the time Xandr opened the door from the bathroom, she was staring out at the lights of the city and pretending that her mind was far away, even as she was highly attuned to the man just across the room from her. She counted down from three in her head before turning to look at him, totally casual, as if he hadn’t completely taken over her thoughts.

  “There’s not much food, but we won’t go hungry.” She nodded to the crackers she’d left on the table beside the kitchen.

  Xandr moved where she’d pointed and gave her a chance to study him. The light in the room was dim, and with his coloring he seemed to blend into the blue shadows all around them. But Andie could still make out the wet drops falling from his dark hair and she traced a rivulet of water that fell down his neck and disappeared under his top.

  She had to get control of herself. This had to be some kind of survival response to all of the crap that had gone on during the day. There was no way she was actually attracted to a freaking murderer.

  “Who did you kill?” The question just sort of popped out, somehow evading the survival filter that she’d developed to stay alive on Ixilta.

  Xandr froze, cracker held in the air. He turned slowly towards her and raised an eyebrow. “Is that really a question you want answered?” He set the cracker down and left them on the counter, crossing towards her and taking a seat on a chair beside the couch.

  Andie wasn’t sure whether she was grateful or disappointed that he kept the space between them. “I think I need it answered,” she replied honestly.

  Xandr wouldn’t look at her while he spoke. “He was a member of my crew. We came here to do a job, had just picked him up when we needed the extra body.” He clenched his hands and stared at a seam in the tile underfoot as if it offered all of the answers to the universe.

  Andie wanted to ask what kind of job he’d come for, but she didn’t want to derail this story. It was too important.

  He continued speaking. “In my line of work, there are decent folks and those who think committing one crime is the same as any other.”

  “Crime?” She was torn between leaning in closer to hear more and rearing back to stay safely away from him.

  “Outlaw.” Xandr shrugged and offered a crooked smile to the crack in the floor. “Thief, general doer of no good. But my crew has rules. All good ones do. And when anyone hires on, they know the score. Except I must have misjudged this guy. He was an Oscavian like me, and maybe that made me trust him a little too easily, even though I know just how bad my people can get. But I hired him on. He was my responsibility. And we did the job, liberated some items from the central museum and got away without anyone the wiser.”

  “That was you?” The theft from the museum had been the talk of the town a few months back. Precious jewels and several pieces of statuary had been taken in the middle of the day, leaving the security staff stumped. It was so successful that the powers that be hadn’t even managed to pin the crime on a scapegoat.

  Xandr nodded, but there was no glow of pride, only the melancholy for how this story had to end. “Anyway, we got to celebrating. Things got rowdy, as they do. And then this guy decided that he wanted to take more than just some stuff. Talked about how we were so close to the slave markets that we could make some quick credits with hardly any trouble. He pulled a girl aside and said he wanted to keep her.” Andie’s hand flew to her mouth. She knew what it was like to be stolen by greedy aliens and it made her sick to imagine Xandr, anyone, doing it. Xandr continued his story without pause, his tone even. “I told him that we don’t operate like that, gave him a chance to let her go, but he wouldn’t. And when I told him he was off the crew, he told me that it wasn’t my crew anymore and that I could hand over the ship or he’d go to the guards and tell them exactly how things went down. So I drew on him, laid him flat, and by the time the guards came around he wasn’t breathing anymore.”

  “All because he wanted to steal your ship?” That wasn’t a good reason for murder, even if the guy Xandr killed sounded like a piece of crap.

  “No,” Xandr insisted. “I can always get another ship. Doubt I’ll be in charge anymore once we get out of here. But it was my responsibility to protect the crew from that scum. And that girl. I don’t deal in people, and if I’d let him go, he would have found another ship, another crew happy to sell flesh. I can’t fix the whole galaxy, but ending one slaver before he began was the least I could do.”

  When he put it like that, maybe it was a bit more acceptable. Andie tried to imagine it. There were some pretty terrible people living in Ixilta, people she had to deal with every day. And she’d done her best to ignore them, to put aside the evil they did, all in the hopes that she would remain safe, remain out of their grasps. She’d been frightened of the prospect of prison, or of the worse things that could be done to her. And she’d let herself believe that since she wasn’t out there perpetuating violence and evil that she wasn’t responsible for all of it. Maybe that was wrong, maybe Xandr had the right of it. She was even more confused now that she knew his story and she wasn’t sure how to sort out her mind.

  “So how did you become an outlaw?” Maybe if she knew more about him she could find the line between right and wrong and figure out where she was supposed to stand. Maybe knowing more would extinguish the inconvenient desire that had flared within her. Or maybe it would make it worse. But they had a long night ahead of them and that was a risk Andie had to take.

  Xandr smiled. “Well, it was thievery or the Oscavian army, and I was never one for following orders.”

  “Let me guess,” Andie smirked. “You’re much better at giving them?”

  His shrug said it all.

  “But isn’t the Oscavian Empire huge? Why did you only have those two options? I mean, surely you’ve got accountants or something.” Earth was considered a backwater by many aliens, but before her capture, there had been plenty of paths for Andie to take her career on.

  “The empire is huge,” Xandr conceded, “and stratified. Perhaps there were a few other paths I could have forged, but none that would have saved my family or their honor.” He stood again and grabbed the crackers from the counter, effectively ending that line of conversation. “What about you?” he asked once he was satisfied with his snack. “What’s your story?”

  “Same as anyone else’s in the city.” It was Andie’s turn to shrug. “I got brought here against my will six years ago and I’ve been surviving ever since. It could be worse.”

  “That tells me your situation. What about you?” He studied her with an intensity that made her squirm.

  “There’s nothing to tell. Ixilta does its best to stamp out all of our individuality. Whatever I was before, it’s gone now.”

  “That’s not true.” Xandr moved from his chair to the couch and his heat was almost too much to bear. “If the city had really beaten you down, you would not be here with me.”

  That rem
inder was a bucket of ice on her thoughts. “It’s not like you actually gave me a choice.” She stood. “It’s getting late. I’m going to sleep while I can. Wake me when it’s time to go.”

  She left him there, walking towards the small bedroom with a straight spine and steel in her step. She didn’t want to get to know Xandr, didn’t want to empathize with him, and she certainly didn’t want to learn enough to make her nascent attraction to him bloom into anything greater. She needed to use him to get off of this hell planet, and that was that. Anything else could rot.

  Chapter Four

  “WE’RE NOT GOING TO be able to avoid the guards,” Xandr warned. It was just after dawn and the curfew was barely lifted, but she and Xandr were out and ready to make their break for the city walls. Though wall was a bit of a misnomer. Ixilta was huge, spread out over hundreds of kilometers, and the idea of building a physical wall around it was ludicrous, especially as the city had a nasty habit of expanding. So the outlands fell under heavier guard and drones patrolled the border, ready to execute any citizen fleeing the city.

  “You mean I’m going to need to talk to the guards,” Andie corrected. “If they talk to you, you’re dead.”

  “Thank you for the reminder,” Xandr said drolly.

  She’d barely slept the night before and it appeared that Xandr was in the same position. They’d both emerged from their beds with heavy eyes and sour moods. It only got worse as they approached the edges of the city. Laying down had given Andie time to think about what she was doing, and the more time she spent out of Xandr’s company, the more certain she grew that this was a terrible idea. Her life in the city was... okay. Not great, but not awful. There was no one waiting for her back on Earth, and most of her needs were seen to here. If she left, what would happen? More slavers could take her, and if they did, she wasn’t likely to end up on a place like Ixilta. She’d been as lucky as she could be the first time, and luck like that didn’t strike twice.