Drum up the Dawn (Galaxy Girl Book 1) by Kate Christie
English | 2020 | Romance | ePUB | 3.4 MB
To most people, Kenzie Shepherd appears to be a slightly nerdy reporter for Emerald City Media, with close friends and a noticeably over-protective big sister. In reality, she’s a super-powered alien refugee who arrived on Earth as a tween and has passed as human ever since. When her editor asks her to interview Ava Westbrook, chief operations officer at Hyperion Tech, Kenzie is understandably nervous about meeting the heir to the most notorious anti-alien family in America. She certainly doesn’t expect Ava to announce that she wants to transform her family’s company into a force for good. But is Ava really as different from her alien-hating brother and father as she seems?
When she agreed to take her mother’s place at Hyperion’s Seattle office, Ava Westbrook was hoping to turn over a new leaf both for the embattled corporation and for her family’s name. But with a hostile board and equally antagonistic CEO thwarting her sustainable energy plans, the path to change looks murky. Add in the highly inconvenient crush she has developed on a local reporter, and Ava is certain she is swimming out of her depth. And what is her mother up to, anyway?
It had taken long minutes to calm her mind, to convince herself that she was safe, that it had just been a dream. The same dream, in fact, that had haunted her for years, recurring at odd times without warning. For an indeterminate space of time, she’d struggled to get back to sleep, only to succumb at last to a slumber so deep she’d missed her alarm. She’d only awakened when the text alert she’d set for her sister went off: “Danger, Will Robinson. Danger.”
The text hadn’t been an actual emergency (unless a funny dog video was an emergency). After rushing around her condo, Kenzie had tugged on her raincoat and run for the bus, automatically checking her speed so that she wouldn’t attract attention. Normally, she liked to walk the mile and a half to work even on rainy spring mornings like this one, but today she didn’t have the luxury. Caffeine, on the other hand, was not a luxury. It was a necessity. She’d barely hesitated before joining the short line at Cloudtastic Coffee. She was already ridiculously late; what difference could another five minutes make?
At first, she wasn’t sure the kid in the Nike balaclava leaning over the front counter was actually trying to rob the coffee shop. Then she caught the eye of the barista at the cash register—Courtney, a pierced twenty-something Kenzie had gotten to know in the three years she’d worked in Belltown. The look on Courtney’s face wasn’t wild or fearful but rather resigned, as if she could fully believe that this was, in fact, happening.
Kenzie didn’t stop to consider consequences. She didn’t hear her sister’s voice in her head, warning her to stay hidden. She didn’t think about xenophobes or terrorist splinter groups. She simply acted. Time seemed to slow, individual seconds drawing themselves out as if she had pressed a giant pause button hovering above the planet. The people around her froze, and even sound and light waves decelerated. In the space between moments that only she seemed able to navigate, she relieved the would-be thief of his mask and gun in one swift swoop. Before a single second could slip past, she was out of the coffee shop and down the street, ducking into a narrow alley a block and a half away. There, behind a rusting green dumpster, she removed the bullets from the handgun and used her inhuman strength to bend the barrel into a pretzel. Satisfied it was inoperable, she stuffed the gun in the bottom of her messenger bag, tossed the balaclava in the trash bin, and rejoined the foot traffic on the busy city sidewalk, ducking her head so that the brim on her raincoat’s hood blocked her face from view.