Alien Romance: The Alien's Wonderland: A Sci-fi Alien Warrior Invasion Abduction Romance Read Online Free

It puts it through your skin and your mouth and your ears and your fingers. Try it and you’ll see.”
    For a moment, she only stared at him. What did he mean by seeing with her skin and ears and fingers? That made no sense at all. Then the information came to her. Images of the Aqinas world, with its wavy watery lines, came to her as if from a forgotten dream.
    A version of the meadow, but without its Earth like quality, flickered at the edge of her awareness. Instead of waving grass in the summer wind, sea plants studded the ocean floor. The wildflowers decorating the expanse were anemones and polyps turning their purple and yellow cups toward the sunlight filtering down from above. A mass of caves in a coral bank stood in the shadows of the seaweed, and people moved in and out of them.
    So this was what the meadow looked like to the Aqinas. They didn’t need any image of Earth, or even the Angondran surface, to make it home to them. As Frieda watched, a woman stepped out of one of the caves and waved across the expanse to her—except she didn’t wave at Frieda. She waved at Deek. Frieda was Deek in that moment. The woman was his mother, and that cave was their family home. She saw the place through Deek’s eyes and knew it as the Aqinas knew it. Her own home looked like a house because she was human, but that cave was the most comfortable place for an Aqinas.
    Frieda closed her eyes against the image, and when she opened them again, the meadow surrounded her once more, with its grass and daisies and yarrow and dandelions. She turned back to Deek and sighed. “I see.”
    “You can do the same thing with any Aqinas you meet,” he told her. “You can understand just about anything about them you want to understand. The water tells you.”
    “Then what’s the point of talking to them?” she asked. “If you know everything about them, you have no reason to have anything to do with them.”
    “You’re talking to me right now,” he pointed out. “You just saw for yourself what my world looks like to me, and you know my family, and a lot of other information about me, but you’re still talking to me.”
    “I guess I just want company,” Frieda remarked.
    For the first time, he smiled. “There are some things the water can’t give us. As a matter of fact, there are a lot of things the water can’t give us.”
    “But what do you talk about?” she asked. “I’m talking to you because I don’t know anything about you. Okay, I know something about you, but I’m a stranger here. What do people talk about who’ve known each other their whole lives?”
    “What do you talk to your parents about?” he asked. “What do you talk to your sisters and your cousins and your dearest friends about?”
    Frieda blushed again. So he knew that much about her, too. He knew she had sisters and cousins. He knew she didn’t have any brothers. He was still reading her mind. He could glean all this personal information and a lot more besides, but that didn’t bother her.
    “I talk to them about what I’m doing,” she told him, “and where I’ve been, and what I’m thinking and feeling about my decisions and my plans. But you don’t have to do that. The water tells people everything they need to know about you.”
    “Not everything,” he replied. “And even if it did tell us everything, it can’t take the place of talking to each other about it. We would still have to do that.”
    Frieda nodded. “I can understand that. There’s nothing like talking to someone your trust about everything on your mind. I wouldn’t want to give that up for the world.”
    “You don’t have to.” He turned toward the forest. “Would you like to take a walk?”
    She stared at him. “Take a walk? But there’s nowhere to walk to. We won’t go anywhere.”
    “It’s still nice to take a walk, isn’t it?” he asked.
    She took a step after him. “I guess so.”
    She fell in at his side, but she didn’t watch where they were