A GLIMMER OF HOPE (ALIEN WRATH SERIES BOOK 5)

Amanda got up and walked off towards the tent flap in a fit. In a blink, Alfred beat her to the tent flap. The gust of wind stirred up by his movement made her shut her eyes momentarily. For the time she had her eyes shut, Alfred could not help but admire her from that distance. Her tight curls withstood the gust of wind that he had stirred. As he looked on in a dreamy state, Amanda opened her eyes in irritation and then twisted her hips and swung her hands backwards. The back of her palms connected with his jaw and sent Alfred face first through the canvas. The gaping hole let in a gust of hot air, but it was nothing to match the fury that raged in the pit of her belly. Alfred being Alfred wasn't going to let it go lying down, but she was braced for it. All the months that passed after he had awakened, he had irked Amanda in ways that she could not explain, but she had kept silent with the hopes of a bigger plan at work. Amanda had figured out, perhaps a little too late, that Alfred was going out of control. She was the only one within a one mile radius capable of telling him off. She had known this, but hadn't acted on it. She had had enough of his dauntless behaviour. That moment seemed like the perfect opportunity to set things right and she wasn't going to let it pass.

"Amanda!" Alfred bellowed like an enraged bull from somewhere outside the tent.