Alien Knight Blind Date Disaster

No, he was berating himself. He’d grown complacent on this planet, his normal focus drifting while they were under attack, unable to stop thinking about touching her. He would need to double his training regimen. Meditate more often.
Vander and Gareth’s shouting mingled in his ear. “Commander! Get out of there. Now! They’re coming in.”
There was another door to this place—three doors, actually. The front, the kitchen and the back hallway, where an emergency exit had been placed in case of fire. Falden moved Isabella to stand behind him and backed toward the hallway she and Jessica had exited earlier. Beyond that door waited the car they had purchased to make the facade of “John Doe” complete.
She was supposed to meet someone else. But who? They had intercepted her attempts to sell her goods, arranged this meeting to lure her out into the open. But who did Isabella believe him to be? Who was the real John Doe? And why did the idea of her meeting another man make his mind feel like it was burning inside his skull?
Quickly, with the skill of long practice, he slipped his scabbard over his shoulder and connected the strap, the blade hanging down to his lower back, the pommel at the perfect height so that it was easy to reach over his shoulder and pull the invisible blade free. The blade was made of an ancient, otherworldly material, semiliquid and swirling like smoke around ancient, electric blue runes. When cloaked, only he could see the sword. Furon was a deadly weapon, and together they’d never been defeated.
Falden’s grip tightened around the hilt. He knew what his enemies didn’t. His sword was an ancient relic, even for Lumerians. When he’d first chosen Furon, as was tradition, a rite of passage for every Lumerian Knight, Furon was so old the ancient had not been fully functional. All that had changed when King Dagan married a human woman. She’d undergone some sort of transformation after using their maju paste in a claiming ceremony. No one had expected it. No one had been prepared for the transformation. But at the end of the event, she had developed tremendous powers of her own. She’d been able to do what none of the ancient elders could do; she’d tapped into the energies of his sword and replenished it. Not only was the blade itself sharp enough to slice through the toughest human and alien metal compounds, but the new queen’s touch had awakened ancient technology embedded inside the weapon that even he did not fully understand. He knew Furon was a storm caller. He could create storms where there was nothing but sunshine. Beyond that, he had not had time nor opportunity to learn what this new power could achieve.
Shadows moved in the entrance, stepping forward into the dining area of the restaurant as three humanoids holding various weapons of nonhuman origin moved into the light. “We know you are here. Don’t make us kill everyone here to find you.”
Oh, shit. They were here for her.
“Falden, get out of here.” Cassiel shoved Jessica
“Falden? Is that your real name?” Isabella asked.
“Yes.” No sense denying that now.
“Why would they want you?” Isabella was peeking around his shoulder even as he maneuvered her into the shadows of the back hallway, her phone lifted as if she were taking video of the encounter. Annoyed, he grabbed the phone with his free hand and squeezed, sending a bit of Furon’s energy through the device so that it crumpled in his palm, smoke rising from the wreckage. He dropped the offensive object to the floor and blocked her with his shoulders to protect her from attack.
“Hey!” Her protest was whispered. He chose not to answer.
“Come out now! We know you are here.” The buzzing sound of a zyphrion blaster echoed through the restaurant as several humans screamed in terror where they huddled under their tables. There weren’t many things that could kill a Lumerian, but this was one of them. The shot would slowly eat a hole through the body until every system shut down. Whoever the attackers were, they meant business.
The distant sound of human police sirens registered. Falden’s hearing was better than any human’s, but soon even they would hear the sound as well and attack in earnest.
“Cassiel?” Falden asked through the communication device in his ear.
“Ready.”
“Vander? Gareth?”
“Ready,” they said, one after the other.
Falden wrapped his arm around Isabella’s waist so she would not be able to break loose and used his much larger body to move her toward the back door. “In three, two, one…” He shoved the emergency door open. A loud alarm blared through the entire building.
“Go! Go! Go!” Gareth ordered. Falden knew his unit would make quick work of the attackers. He didn’t concern himself with the screams of the humans. Neither his Knights nor their enemies would pay them any attention.
Falden was confident that once again, their enemies had underestimated him and his Lumerian brethren. Their gifts. Their skill. Their rage. That was the fatal mistake all their enemies had made over the years. The Lumerian people were nearly gone but never helpless. In fact, through hardship and grief they’d grown more powerful since the attack that had destroyed their planet. More secretive. More determined. Focused. Lethal. And he hadn’t survived as their leader for more than two thousand years because he was weak.
The heavy door swung closed behind them, the loud clamoring of the alarm not so jarring once they were outside.
“Now what, He-Man?” Isabella asked.
He did not know what a He-Man was, so he ignored the question. “Come with me. My vehicle is over here.”
She ran next to him as sounds of shouting, glass breaking, and wood splintering continued from inside the building. The police sirens were loud now. Close. Isabella lifted her head to listen. “The police will be here soon.”
“I am aware of their presence. Do you wish to await their arrival? I will wait if that is your wish.”
“No way. Are you kidding me?”