ROMANCE: The Alien Tyrant's Prey - The Frozen Planet: Science Fiction Romance - A Sci-fi Alien Invasion Romance Dinosaurs Thriller HEA Story Book (Bonita and Zaak's Sci Fi Romance Adventure 2) by Jessica Garland Page B

soldier too…” she hissed, eyes narrowed, “ And a woman! My intuition is obviously more highly tuned.”
    A waiter brought another course of their romantic meal to the table, disrupting the tension.
    “I can’t believe it.  They’re charging me big bucks for these suckers?  I want my money back!”  Zaak bellowed. The food that was brought to the table was decidedly unrecognizable, and sometimes still moving.
    He realized right away that he actually asked for it: “I want the wildest place on the planet, the closest to the nature”.  That was why the local inhabitants dug an ice cave as the hotel room for him and his sweetheart bride. This was also why the special dish on the table seemed to be winking at him still.
    He cut a tiny piece and put it in his mouth.  Soon, he cut a much bigger piece.
    “Is it good?” Bonita asks.
    “Boy, you won’t believe it.” He was chewing fast.
    Bonita tried.   “Hmmm, not bad at all.”  In fact, the freshness was totally unbelievable.
    She picked up a spoon.   The soup was made from an egg bigger than a pancake. 
    ‘Testudina egg soup, a must try’ huh? Who the heck prepared this menu?   She shook her head, smiling.
    She knew that she couldn’t convince Zaak. There was no proof that they were being watched. She didn’t receive ESP training to sense things by mind, so there was no way she could have felt real telepathic tremors. Bonita shuddered. It was just that feeling, of eyes staring into the back of her head.  
    What she didn’t realize was that she had subconsciously seen a suspicious reflection on the icy wall.  It could have been an enemy, or a waitress walking by.   But her instincts were right. They were being watched.  
     
    All Bonita wanted now was going into their room and shut the door tight.  She knew that Zaak was strong and well trained.  But without any weapons, he was just a regular guy with fists and teeth.  
    The army had wanted to send guards in with them, but Zaak had refused. This is not a military operation. It’s a honeymoon. “Le Jura is one hundred percent safe.”  He insisted.
    He had a good reason to have such confidence: It was he, the Commander General of the army, who led the war to defeat the vicious tribe Canivuuro on the planet.  With the bad guys locked in the ice dungeon, the planet was as safe as his backyard at home.
     
    At least that’s what he thought.
     
    Before landing on Le Jura, he brought his new wife for a quick fly-over of the planet.   “See that area?” He smiled.
    “Yeah,” Bonita looked at the steamy lake in the middle of the ice terrain. She had just learned from her proud husband that the steam comes from hot springs.  Anywhere steamy is a paradise, perfect for a great vacation.  “Beautiful, isn’t it?”
    She looked at her hubby but saw a taut face. Her heart sank.  “Zaak… You… okay?”
    Zaak turned back, looking at her.  “Sorry, I’m a bit scared of the landing.” he mumbled, giving her a tight smile.
      Bonita knew it that wasn’t it.  But she didn’t say anything.
    There was no way he would be scared. See, Zaak just told her that the family sized Lamborrari they were in was the top of the line. Safe, comfortable, luxurious, and smart.  “I can even take a nap while she is landing.”
     
    Zaak knew that Bonita was suspicious. But he just didn’t want to freak her out.
    The warm patch of paradise they had just flown over was supposed to be an ice dungeon, a prison of the Caludirium Empire on this remote planet.
    With one quick glance, Zaak knew that the dungeon had been melted completely by the hot spring water and steam from the ocean floor. 
    Where did the prisoners go?
    Maybe they have been carried away by the water and died in the ocean?
    This was his only hope—a hope with a millionth of chances to turn into reality.
     
    Shit.  Fuck.  FUCK!
    He swore in his mind, his face turning pale…
     

    The invasion of Le Jura began seven years ago, when