Chapter: The Alien Who Refuses Personal Space
I wake up to the feeling of being watched.
Not the romantic kind.
The serial killer documentary reenactment kind.
I open one eye.
Vaelor—currently using the human name Jiang Yu because apparently Earth requires aliases like a crime show—is squatting beside my bed. Knees bent. Back straight. Hands resting on his thighs.
He is not blinking.
I scream.
He screams back.
We scream at each other for a solid three seconds before my brain catches up with reality and I slap my pillow over my face.
"Oh my god," I groan. "Why are you like this."
"You were unconscious," he says very seriously. "I was monitoring your breathing."
"I was sleeping."
"Yes. That is unconsciousness."
I peek out from under the pillow.
His antennae—currently disguised as very convincing human hair—do a tiny twitch. He looks proud. Like he just saved a planet.
