CHAPTER HUNDRED AND ELEVEN
The morning passed with my mind racing at the crap Xavier dumped on us this morning. He couldn't even allow me to have breakfast before throwing that curveball at me.
I'd gotten tired of staying in the house and moping around. A solution wasn't coming in so I decided to leave the tent and go see what was happening outside.
I could hear sounds from outside the tent, of people going about their normal day.
But as I stepped out, the conversation died down, and it felt like something was incredibly wrong.
*Why were they looking at me like that*? I wondered as I went out in search of Tricia, Katie, or Jamal as I wasn't familiar with anyone else.
Walking down the path that led through all the tree houses, there were murmurs all around me as though I had done something wrong.
I wanted to stop someone and ask them about Jamal but their hostile expressions made me wary so I kept walking.
Thankfully, I heard his voice in the direction of the tree I'd tried climbing the previous night and I sped up in that direction, although I couldn't move fast enough because of the injury on my leg.
Ignoring the pain all over my body and mind, as well as the people who looked at me like I'd developed a viral disease, I made it to him just and I realized why he was there.
He was making deeper cuts into the tree for me.
“Hey,” he said with a smile as he saw me.
“Good afternoon,” I greeted him and took a closer look at the holes he'd made in the tree. They even had a deeper carving inside where I could curve my fingers in them.
“Are these safe? Won't aliens find it easier to climb?” I asked as I looked at his work
“Naa, they literally can't move up, they get stuck five feet away from the ground. We tested this theory quite well with one of them who's on our side,” he replied, a sense of pride on his expression but his words shocked me.
“You have a ky’rhan in the resistance? How? Why?”
They were insanely selfish creatures and I feared that he might have ended the resistance even before it began.
He dropped the knife he'd been using to cut into the tree and focused on me.
“He was the one that kind of started this movement, Tessa,” he replied, his face filled with an emotion that I couldn't name.
“You've gotta be kidding me,” I exclaimed in shock.
*So this was simply some chess piece in an alien's hand?*
“Yeah, he is really different, and he's very high in their ranks, so he's able to get away with lots of stuff. I just got off the phone with him and he said he's working to get your father out of the hands of your crazy ex,” je explained with a smile that annoyed me.
How on earth I'd missed this was beyond me. They had so many sophisticated things out here in the forest that it could only be possible with the help of a ky'rhan.
“Who is he? Maybe I know him and can tell you more about his true colors?”
“What do you mean by true colors? He's the best thing that has happened to every one of us here and we implicitly trust him,” he replied defensively.
His smile had disappeared and it was like I was trying to insult his best friend.
“Look, you think you know these aliens, but trust me, the only thing you can trust is that ninety-nine percent of the time, they are lying to you and using you for their personal gain,”
“You're saying this because of what they did to you and I completely understand that this whole thing has hurt you deeply but Corbin is not like that."
I took a painful step back, my body shaking with pain.
“Wait,” I said as I brought out my phone and found a picture of him from the day of the coronation, “this Corbin?”
“You know him?” He exclaimed and seemed to realize how stupid that question was, “I'm sorry, I completely forgot you were the queen and he was living in the same house with you."
The idea that Corbin was betraying Xavier to this extent shocked me beyond comprehension. How he managed to keep it under wraps for this long was scary too.
*Was his attempt at helping me also part of his betrayal? Did he somehow play a part in us coming here?* My mind raced with multiple possibilities, none of them making any sense.
I still didn't get his reason for doing this. He had traveled the world and had seen the amount of suffering humans were going through, but he was at the receiving end of all of that, so what was he creating a resistance for?
I shook my head of the morbid thoughts, and it's not like I could convince Jamal to stop interacting with him, the guy has developed a bond with him, sort of like a hero worship complex.
“He actually helped me escape Xavier, and I know he's a good guy, but all of that just adds to his complex personality. I don't understand him, hence, I don't trust him. Just be careful,” I warned, still feeling weird about it all.
He was a good guy, but he was still a ky’rhan, and maybe Jamal had a point about me having trust issues since my ex-husband literally just beat my father to a pulp in a bid to drive me back to him, but since the day of the coronation, I've always just felt weird about Corbin.
“Thank you, your highness,” he mused and returned back to what he was doing.
“Thanks for doing this. It really means a lot to me,”
“Well, we can't have you out there with kyans –”
“Ky’rhans, the y and the r have a weird relationship,” I corrected him with a smile.
Crazy how I'm teaching someone else about aliens that I'd once detested.
I still do but considering I was probably going to have his dick in my soul tonight again, it was difficult to decipher where I stood on the hate scale.
“Okay, kyrians,” he tried and I shook my head, laughing. Maybe he'd get it when he interacts with them as much as I did, “we can't have you as a spy so you must learn this. Leaving you in that tent makes everyone anxious,”
“Is that why they were looking at me like I'd stolen their Christmas gift?”
He paused and looked at me.
“For real? That's not right, I told them we'd sort it out and you won't have to betray us,”
“I won't have to? What on earth made you all think I was going to, sorting it out or not?” I demanded with furrowed eyebrows.
“You weren't going to?”
“I know my father, he'd rather die than see me in the arms of such a terrible person. I'm just finding it difficult coming to terms with being the reason my parents are dead. Besides, what's the guarantee he won't actually kill him? And if he doesn't, he'll just keep using my parents as a chain around my neck for the rest of their lives. Also, betraying all of you isn't something I can live with,”
“That's quite shocking. Half of the reason why they're all so hostile towards you is because, given such circumstances, no one would think twice about it, yet here you are giving us a chance in exchange for your parents,” he said in awe.
“Well, I'm not sure I have much of a choice. Just please, let Corbin try as much as he can to rescue them. He shouldn't handle it the way he did with us,” I said as I stood up to go meet up with Tricia.
Hopefully, she wasn't going to give me an attitude like everyone else.
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