Alien Architect Needs a Nanny (Alien Nanny Agency 1)

Ra’as

Ra’as headed to the library to fix himself a drink.

He would deal with Dyrk once he cooled off. Much as he hated to admit it, Emilia was right that it was better for him to have himself under control before talking to the boy.

He poured out two fingers of aged zublian and then remembered everything that happened the last time he did that.

It was impossible not to glance over at the chair where he had pleasured her until she moaned and begged for her release.

She doesn’t respect me. It’s better for her to go.

But it was hard to think about how the kids were going to react to yet another big change.

And then there was the natural screening he had wanted to talk to her about for his project…

How has this little Terran gotten her hooks into every aspect of my life so quickly?

There was a tap at the library door.

It could only be Emilia. He found himself picturing her falling to her knees to apologize, begging for her job back…

But when he opened the door, it was Mimi’s sad little face he saw instead.

“Hey, love bug,” he said, opening his arms for her. Of course she was sad if Emilia was leaving.

“She went in the woods,” Mimi whimpered, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Who went in the woods?” Ra’as asked, his blood suddenly running cold.

“Emeeeeeeeeelia,” Mimi wailed.

“What?” Ra’as demanded, pulling back so he could see her little face. “Why?”

Mimi bit her lip, and her eyes went wide.

“I will not be mad,” Ra’as told her, tracing an m shape over his heart as he always did when making promises to Mimi.

“Dyrk went out there,” Mimi whispered, looking at the ground.

Sun gods, no…

In a storm like this, there would be flooding and mudslides, as well as all the usual dangers of the forest. It wasn’t safe for a skilled woodsman. It was no place for a child and a defenseless Terran.

Ra’as stood and placed Mimi on the sofa.

“I want you to stay right here,” he told her. “No matter what. Got it?”

She nodded, hugging her knees to her chest.

“I’m going to get them right now,” Ra’as said.

Please, not my boy, I can’t lose him. Please let me get to him in time…

Ra’as’s Kotenka spirit rumbled and roared in his chest as he headed out the side door and into the darkness of the storm.

But before he’d taken more than a few steps, he sensed his son.

Dyrk was not in the woods. He was here in the garden somewhere.