Alien Knight Blind Date Disaster

the idea of frying anyone with a lightning bolt. Seemed a horrible way to go.
Still, that asshole firing the gun had shot at her, too.
The attacker recovered from the blast of thunder, and Isabella saw dark fluid seeping from the man’s nose. But it wasn’t red. Wasn’t even close to red. More like a sickly green sludge. When he turned, shaking his head from side to side as if to clear it, she saw the same dark fluid leaking from one of his ears. Served him right.
Even that didn’t stop him. He held still for the briefest of moments, adjusting something on his weapon, then lifted it up and took aim once again, right at Falden’s chest.
“Oh no, you don’t.” Zero to sixty in four seconds, that’s what the GT could do, and she didn’t hesitate. She hit the gas, gunning for the asshole attacking Falden. She cranked the wheel at the last second, slamming the front side panel into Falden’s attacker from the driver’s side. The impact threw the man back and away, his body flying into the side of the building. He hit hard enough that she heard the thud over the storm Falden had somehow brought down on them in seconds.
“That’s gonna leave a dent,” she cringed, patting the dash like it was her new best friend. “Sorry, baby.”
Her apology was to the beautiful piece of art that others referred to as a car, not the alien who owned it. If Falden complained, she would remind him that she had been saving his life.
Shoving the gearshift into reverse, she backed away from the attacker as quickly as she’d rammed into him, giving a satisfied grin when the car spun around.
A glance at the unmoving attacker made her feel only the tiniest bit of guilt. “That’s what you get for shooting at us, you asshole.”
Falden stood like a legendary hero in the dark, sword blazing, a look of complete shock on his face as he stared at her through the windshield. He wasn’t moving. Why wasn’t he moving?
She leaned over and opened the passenger side door, swinging it wide. “Let’s go! Get in! Get in now before his friends get here!”
Her words seemed to break the spell, since he folded himself into the passenger seat in a comical maneuvering of knees and elbows until he was curled up on himself like a clown. The moment he closed his door, she peeled out of the dark parking lot. The police had arrived in the front. She saw three officers exiting their vehicles when she dared to take a peek behind them in her side-view mirror. Seconds. That’s how much time they had to get out of here without being seen by the police. Seconds.
“That was close,” she huffed, suddenly a bit less steady.
“Remind me never to anger you when you have a transportation device at your disposal.” Falden gave a half grin, his eyes twinkling with humor.
Laughing at his odd name for the car, she took pity on him and his knees practically hitting him in the chin. “That seat is adjustable.”
The look of confusion on his face was priceless and confirmed her suspicions. This was not his car. He did not know how to drive it. He probably did not know how to tell time on his fancy wristwatch, either.
Careful not to speed past the ambulance, the fire truck and the additional police cars racing toward the restaurant, she slowed to a leisurely pace until they were several blocks away. It was hard. Really hard. The car was made for speed, and she was dying to take it out for a real test drive.
Taking pity on him, she murmured, “You can move the seat back so you have more room for your legs. And your…sword.” Why did that sound so wrong? So very naughty? Oh hell, she knew why. He was cradling the giant, glowing weapon between his legs like it was his most prized possession, and the puns running through her mind just wouldn’t stop.
“His name is Furon.” He said the name with near reverence before his shoulders slumped in his seat.
“So, your invisible sword can block bullets and make it rain? What else can it do.”
“I do not know.”
“Furon. Mean anything special?”
“Furon means Storm Caller in your language.” He had already told her too much. This small bit of information meant nothing.
Isabella was feeling smug now. His sword had a cool, secret, wizards-and-magic kind of name. Real superhero stuff. And it was a boy, a he. She filed that away for future reference, for her news article. A glowing, alien sword with a wizard name that blocked bullets and summoned lightning. And she’d bet last month’s rent his two friends had swords just like it. Yep, the politicians and the Caldorians that rarely gave personal interviews hadn’t left anything out. Nope. Not at all. These aliens and all their weapons were just like humans and would not endanger humanity.
That was the official government line. What a steaming stew of lies. And she was going to expose every single one of them. Tell the world the truth. As soon as she was done with this mission. Friends first. And over the last weeks, Sevron had become her friend.
“The buttons are on the side of the seat.” She pointed to the space between her own thigh and the door. He turned to find the seat controls on his side of the car, a sigh of relief coming from him as the passenger seat’s motor sounded in the small space and his seat moved backward.
He looked like a man, a very tall, very sexy man. But he was not human. He was an alien. As in, not from this planet.
“You’re glowing,” she stated matter-of-factly, as if she saw people glow every day. No big deal. Nothing to see. But she wondered if he had other markings, and if he did, what they were like. Did they glow like the crystal marking on his temple was glowing right now?
Falden turned