Page 18 of Star-Born Anomaly
Never had he experienced such loud sounds coming from an adult. A newborn, yes, their shrill noises something he always avoided, but not a fully grown person.
The sound stayed his movements, freezing his feet in place.
She scurried backward to the end of the hallway until her back hit the opening to the next room and she stopped. A deep breath shuddered through her body.
He had walked this way earlier, knew it was the place where she prepared her meals.
A small, slender window ran the length of the room above the counters and cupboards, revealing a glimpse of the world outside.
The storm raged, one to which he had no comparison. Its violence mesmerized.
As soon as he could rise from his slumber, he had sought it out, staring endlessly into its churning ferocity.
It transfixed him as much as the woman who regarded him with the most dynamic expressions he had ever seen on someone’s face.
Her life force pulsed just below the surface, separated and untouchable, but there.
Again, he attempted to connect with her psyche, but there was no joining of minds, only the vast emptiness ofalone.
The lack of communication, the absence of a bond, created a sweeping sensation through his body, one that settled uncomfortably in his stomach.
No wonder The Four had avoided this. A confined, singular existence made little sense.
A strange scent enveloped this place, sterile but also green. It was not unpleasant, but so very different from where he came from, and contrasted with the arid scents he had experienced before it rained.
A louder crack of thunder resounded overhead.
Doctor Wynn Lambdin jerked, her knees looking like they would buckle beneath her.
He stepped forward again, to help her regain her balance, but a small, distressed sound emerged from her throat, stopping him.
“Can’t you put on some damn clothes?” she shouted, the shrillness slapping at him differently than the sounds of the storm. Thatsomethingflowed toward him again, an invisible wave amongst visible ones, just as vexing as when he had arrived.
His gaze returned to the compartment behind him and the items it held.
Her white suit intrigued him.
He had not understood the usefulness of such a garment, as it would impede his ability to stretch his senses into the world around him, but after the natural defenses of this planet relentlessly attacked him, he agreed with its benefits, at least for long durations within the hostile elements.
But it was his nudity she referred to.
He turned and strode to where she had thrown his clothing. One boot lay on its side, the other stood upright.
He bent over and grabbed the top of his pants with his fingers.
A small sound emerged from the woman behind him, and he straightened to regard her.
She had not moved, but the color that had leached from her face earlier had returned in force, her cheeks bright red as she stared at him.
Another wave ofsomethingfollowed in its wake.
This something tasted different, a headier, hotter flavor coating his mind.
While he tried to decipher the sensation, she jerked her chin forward, to the garment he held in his hand.
The gesture urged him to continue the task, though if he lingered on the thought, he did not understand why he knew that.
His gaze shifted to his hands. With a flick of his wrists, he shook out the rumpled material, lifted his foot, and pulled the pant leg up his calf.
