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What You Never Know (Won't Hurt You?)	By : MuseofScrolls Category: M through R > Predator Views: 17790 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 13
[Ka’jai’s POV]
Sitting in the center of the prison cell, I closed my eyes and let my mind clear. I thought of nothing but the heavy shackles that bound my wrists. How far had I fallen from where I had been? A respected arbitrator captain now a possible Bad Blood. And now I had ooman blood on my hands beside that.
I opened my eyes and growled, knowing those oomans needed to die. They had sealed their fates when they approached Tor’ac’s ooman in a threatening manner.
“Bad Bloods must not be allowed to thrive,” I chuffed at the irony of my justification in killing them.
Still it was doubtful Ga’av would have sent Tor’ac to find and arrest me if there weren’t questions behind my new label. That was some comfort. I had truly brought this misfortune upon myself in acting without thinking once again. My father’s voice echoed through my mind. ‘You must think, Son, before barreling through an obstacle. What if a Kainde Amedha waits on the other side of a wall?’
“How right you were, Father…” I mumbled with a heavy sigh. ‘At least you and Mother aren’t alive to see it… then again, perhaps you would have acted even worse if you knew what happened to her.’
Shaking my head at that train of thought, I closed my eyes again. Tor’ac’s ooman came to my mind… Meeya was her name, and I recalled the way she had embraced me when she thought I was my brother. ‘Such a warm envelopment of her arms that she gave me…’ I envied Tor’ac for that; it had been so long since I had felt even a familial embrace from La’rn.
Tilting my head to the side, my curiosity piqued at Tor’ac’s interest in her and why he had remained with the ooman when he should have searched for me. I raised a brow and thought of So’len’s affinity for ooman females; it might be that he influenced Tor’ac. I shook my head with a heavy sigh, thinking, ‘It’s one thing to do so on Urth… but if he brought her here…’
There was no reason I could tell at least why my brother would think of choosing an ooman female as his mate. But only Tor’ac would know that.
‘At least she seems honorable… more so than some Yautja females I could name.’ I growled low in my throat as one came to mind, and my vision bled red as I clenched my fists, slamming them against the floor.
“What are you doing in there, Bad Blood?” my guard growled from the other side of my cell door followed by a heavy metallic thud. “Keep quiet!”
“Do not refer to him by that name until it has been decided by the High Arbitrator,” I heard a familiar voice hiss at the guard, and I looked up as the cover of the small opening slid aside. The top part of Duk’ar’s face appeared in the opening. “It’s time to eat, Ka’jai.”
“I’ll decide when he can and when he cannot eat,” the guard snarled. “What does a cook know anyway?”
I watched Duk’ar’s eyes narrow as he glanced to the side before turning and moving out of view. A strangled growl came from the other side of the door, and I heard Duk’ar softly growl, “I know there are certain meats and roots that would make a full-grown Yautja so ill he would wish for the Black Hunter. And I can see to it that those who guard this male receive that for their meals each and every day.”
“Duk’ar,” another familiar voice growled. “Let Ch’or go, I’m here to relieve him under orders of Captain Tor’ac.”
Ch’or gasped for breath from what I could hear, and what I guessed were his footsteps soon faded down the corridor. I watched the opening as the top part of So’len’s face came into view, and I clicked, “So’len… Duk’ar…”
So’len held up a hand to stop me from saying anything more. “I have my doubts about your actions, Ka’jai, but as Tor’ac is my captain, I will trust his judgment. For the duration of your incarceration, I will be one of your guards.”
“And those are Tor’ac’s orders?” I asked after a moment of silence had passed. When So’len gave me a silent stare, I nodded and said no more.
Duk’ar came into view next to So’len, setting a small tray of food on the long flat ledge at the bottom of the opening. “As I said before it’s time to eat.”
I slowly stood and approached the door, raising my hands up so both Yautja could see them before I took the tray. It was strange how eating helped to quell the thoughts running through my mind as I focused on tasting and savoring each piece of food. Even as a prisoner, I was still granted that luxury though it was the simplest of meats and roots. Once I finished, I placed the tray back on the ledge, watching Duk’ar take it back.
“Thank you,” I clicked, looking at both of them.
So’len and Duk’ar nodded to me before the opening was closed, and I was engulfed in complete darkness once more.
[Tor’ac’s POV]
I breathed slowly and evenly to prevent waking Meeya from the movement of my chest. It had been a restful night for the most part though my night images had been memories of before Ga’av had sent me to Urth. My mother’s body lying prone on the floor of her room, the gaping hole in her chest and the small, dead Kainde Amedha were the only signs of her cause of death.
Ka’jai was with me, clenching and unclenching his fists as he hissed and growled from the sight. I couldn’t blame him especially when my own vision was starting to bleed, but the night images then shifted to the floor covered with Yautja blood. Five bodies lay on the blood-stained floor, and I knew that my brother had been the cause.
‘Ka’jai…’ I thought with a heavy sigh, and then cursed myself as I looked down as Meeya stirred on top of me. Rubbing my hand along her back, I held her close to my chest, nuzzling her hair.
“Mmm… Tor’ac?” she asked softly, raising her head and yawning as she rubbed her eyes. “Did you sleep well?”
A rumble came from my chest as I clicked to her, “Yes, better than I had in a long time. And you, Meeya?”
Smiling at me, Meeya nodded and stretched her back and arms as she sat up. “Very well, I feel like I was sawing logs.”
“‘Sawing logs?’” I asked, blinking at her.
“It’s a term meaning… I might have been snoring,” she said, looking away as her face colored a bit. “Which I hope I didn’t.”
Trilling with laughter, I cupped her cheek in my palm, turning her head towards me again. “If you did, I heard nothing. But… there’s something I’d like to hear now… only if you’re up to it.” I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her on top of me, my hands moving down to cup her round hips.
Meeya blinked at me as her face colored even more, drawing a purr from my throat as I enjoyed seeing her skin turn a deeper pink. “Well then… good morning to you, too.” She no doubt meant my growing presence between her legs, and it took much of my restraint to not just ravish her.
With her scent as strong as it was in our chambers, I couldn’t help thinking about our previous time together. I sat up and gently pulled her legs around my waist, and she laid her hands along my chest, sliding them up and over my shoulders as I leaned in towards her neck. Flaring my mandibles, they pricked her skin as my inner mouth nipped at her neck, breathing in her scent at the same time.
“Tor’ac…” she murmured, pressing the soft mounds of her breasts against my hard chest. My fingers tightened their grip on her hips and I shuddered pleasantly against her form.
Moving my mouth close to her ear, I growled, “Guide me inside.”
She nodded and reached between us, grasping my length and squeezing before pressing the tip against her opening. Already I could feel her heart beating wildly inside her chest, and she wrapped her arms around me again.
My hips moved, entering her tight warmth and drawing out another low growl from my throat. Feeling Meeya press against me, I circled my hands along her rump, letting her go at her pace while also coaxing her a bit. When her hips moved back, I shifted away from her before both of us thrust forward to join again.
Leaning close to her, I flared my mandibles and inhaled her strong scent, sighing heavily at Meeya’s arousal. I rubbed my face against her soft hair and felt the slight tickling as it brushed over my skin. Then, I felt her mouth along my neck and purred to her as my hands circled around to squeeze her rump.
Slowly trailing one hand up her back, I held Meeya against me while moving to lay her back against the bed with me hovering over her. She gazed up at me with hooded eyes while still moving her hips into mine, her arms hesitantly unwinding from my neck. I raised my mandibles and brought my hands from under her, sliding my palms up her sides to cup her breasts.
My fingers grasped the supple mounds, hearing soft moans from my mate as she closed her eyes and arched her back. Her hips still thrust against me as mine met hers at the same pace before thrusting a bit harder. Moving down, my mandibles flared as my inner mouth closed on her right breast, my long thin tongue circling around her nipple. She cried out and bucked harder into my hips, and I felt her hands along my shoulders before her fingers gripped some of my locks.
A growl rumbled deep in my chest as my eyes rolled back when Meeya clasped my locks, and I bit down on her breast harder than I’d intended. To my relief, even though I heard her cry out again, it was more of a moan as her hands buried themselves in my locks. The pleasure was too much as my thrusts inside her became harder and faster, and I released her breast to draw in a deep breath.
When her walls clamped around my length, I barely heard Meeya’s shriek before I followed with an ecstatic roar. Her arms held tightly to me as I pumped my hot seed inside of her, bucking my hips and purring to my mate. “My Meeya…”
“My… my Tor’ac…” she panted out, looking at me with a smile.
I leaned down to nuzzle into the crook of her neck, hearing her laugh and making her squirm beneath me. My hips thrust one last time inside her before I slowly pulled out, lying next to Meeya with one arm still curled around her.
“I-is that going to be… a morning wake-up call?” Meeya asked, still trying to catch her breath while smiling at me.
Trilling with laughter, I brushed my mandibles against her cheek. “Not always, Meeya… but I couldn’t get last night out of my mind.”
“Mmm, honestly… neither could I,” she said as her face colored again. The buzzing of the entrance comm made her flinch, and I rubbed my hand over her shoulder.
“That’s the entrance communicator. I’ll be back,” I chirred, nuzzling into her hair before rising from the bed. Growling to myself, my eyes narrowed into a glare as I grabbed a cloth from the storage compartment, tying it around my waist as I entered the trophy room and strode to the door. ‘This had better be something important.’
Pressing the panel next to the entry, I growled, “Yes?”
“I just thought you both might want a private early meal, Tor’ac,” La’rn’s voice trilled through the speaker.
My eyes immediately softened as I entered the code to open the door, seeing my sister there with not only a tray of food but a bundle at her side. I moved to let her inside, and La’rn practically bounced into my chambers.
“Thank you for bringing the food, La’rn, but what’s that other bundle? You didn’t bring food to last us a week, did you?” I chirred, raising a brow at her.
“Of course not, there’s too much for you and Meeya to do to remain cooped up in your chambers.” La’rn hissed and waved her hand dismissively. She was one of the few that could get away with this motion around me. “These, my brother, are several new dresses for my new sister. I couldn’t sleep last night, so I thought I’d get started on Meeya’s clothes.”
Trilling and nodding my head, I took the bundle from La’rn, chirring, “She will be happy to have these, La’rn… especially since her other clothes were… misplaced.”
“Tor’ac, did you ask So’len to ‘misplace’ them?” My sister growled softly even as her mandibles rose in a grin.
I rolled my shoulders up in a shrug, then motioned my head towards a small storage compartment near my trophy wall. “I only asked him to place them inside one of the secondary storage areas, and since Meeya hasn’t asked about it yet…”
“Ah, yes of course,” she chirred, then patted my shoulder, handing me the tray of food. “Well, I won’t keep you from your meal or your mate. Enjoy the food with Duk’ar’s compliments and the clothes with mine.”
“Thank you again, La’rn.” I raised my mandibles to her as she strode towards the door, but she hesitated just as she reached it.
La’rn turned to face me, worry evident in her eyes. “Will you… be going to see Ka’jai today?”
“I will, and in truth I need to see him.”
She paused, looking off to the side. “Please tell him that I hope he is well… and… that I believe in him.”
“La’rn, I will tell him, but you know you can go to see him as long as you have Duk’ar, Sol’en or myself with you,” I reminded her, curious as to why she wouldn’t want to see him with her own eyes.
Shaking her head, La’rn met my gaze with a hurt look. “I cannot face him right now, Tor’ac… but I hope to do so soon.” With that said, she left and I watched the door slide closed behind her.
[Mya’s POV]
I stared at the bedroom door with the covers pulled over me for warmth, waiting for Tor’ac to return. The chill of space would take more time in getting used to especially when I didn’t have his hot body pressed against me. Shivering more from memory than the cold, I closed my eyes before hearing the door slide open, looking up to see him enter.
Smiling at Tor’ac, I saw a tray of food in one hand, which he set down on the bed in front of me. In his other hand was a rectangular bundle and I tilted my head curiously at it before looking up at him. “I didn’t know we got room service.”
“Just for today since La’rn wanted to do this for us,” he chirred and raised his mandibles in a smile. He noticed my gaze move to the bundle, and he offered it to me. “These are also from La’rn, a gift to her new sister.”
Taking the bundle, I blinked and noticed several straps wrapped around it. While my fingers itched to unwrap the gift, my growling stomach informed me of a more pressing matter. I glanced at Tor’ac, blushing and saying, “I guess I’ll have to wait and open it after we’ve eaten.”
“That would be best from what I hear,” he trilled, not even bothering to dodge my smack to his arm. “We should eat soon as there is much to do today.”
“What’s first on the agenda?” I asked, picking up a large piece of naan and taking a bite. There were several piles of fruits I’d seen from last night’s dinner along with a platter of long strips of a deep pink meat that I hoped was fully cooked. I also noticed two small pitchers of a thick liquid, one a deep golden color and the other a dark red.
As Tor’ac sat beside me, he picked up another piece of naan along with the pitcher of dark red liquid. He tilted the pitcher enough to pour a long, thick line of the liquid, which was more like a paste of some kind, on part of his naan. Folding the naan, he took a bite and swallowed before answering. “First, we will go see Ka’jai. I want to make sure his first night was… without issue.”
“‘Without issue?’” I repeated, blinking at him and raising an eyebrow. “Do you think he might have had trouble sleeping?”
“Hopefully that would be his only trouble,” Tor’ac growled, looking off to the side while taking another bite of the naan and red paste.
Although my worry rose several levels, I couldn’t bring myself to ask further questions without upsetting Tor’ac. Instead, I pointed at the pitchers, asking, “What’s inside those?”
“Ah, these are sweet pats, the darker one is rogunberi and the lighter one is jeltoni,” he trilled while eating more of his naan.
“I take it you like the… rogoon-berry more?” I smiled at him while reaching for that pitcher. Slowly tipping it, I poured a short line of it on my naan, taking a bite. It had a rich sweetness that filled your mouth the more you chewed it, and it went very well with the naan. “Mmm, I can see why you like it.”
Tor’ac chirred to me, his gaze soft and warm as I looked at him. “It is one of my favorites of the sweet pats. I would like to save the jeltoni for later.”
Tilting my head at him, I nodded as he picked up that pitcher and set it aside and off the tray. There was definitely more than enough for both of us on the tray, and I wondered why La’rn felt the need to bring food for almost the whole day. As I thought about the claiming ceremony last night, I wondered if it was for courtesy… or safety.
“After we’ve spoken with Ka’jai, I will take you to meet with the other sol’rachs, and you’ll choose one as a mentor,” Tor’ac chirred, finishing off his naan and reaching for some of the long strips of meat.
“I get to choose?” I asked him after eating the last of my naan.
Inhaling deeply, Tor’ac tilted his head to the side as his brow furrowed a bit. “While you will choose a sol’rach… it is up to them to agree to become your mentor.”
My stomach tightened before I asked, “What if none of them agree?”
“One will… I’m certain of it,” he growled with a resolute nod. Tor’ac reached out to cover my hand on the bed with his. “It might take some time, but you will earn your rank as a sol’rach, Meeya.”
While my stomach still felt twisted, I had to have faith in Tor’ac’s belief in me, and I smiled up at him. “Well, we won’t be able to do that sitting here, right? Breakfast then get dressed and visit Ka’jai.”
We ate more of our breakfast, and I was relieved that the pink meat was indeed fully cooked and not as spicy as the ‘kare’ meat from last night. It had a taste that reminded me of pork, and it’s appearance was a lot like thick strips of bacon only not quite as crispy. I made a mental note to ask Duk’ar if he would show me around the kitchen during an off time.
Unwrapping the bundle, which La’rn had carefully bound in a long piece of sturdy cloth, I held up each dress for both Tor’ac and me to see. There were five in total, and I was astounded by the speed and skill that La’rn possessed to craft such unique dresses in such a short amount of time. While I wanted to try on each one, my mate’s restless motions reminded me that time was of the essence.
I finally settled on a deep blue dress that laced up in the back along with two sets of ties bound behind my neck, and the space between the ties showed off my clan mark almost entirely. It was more modest than the one La’rn had fashioned the night before, but it still bared my shoulders, arms and the top part of my chest, which was once again bound in a strap of a bra. Tor’ac eagerly helped me into my dress, and I soon realized that nearly all of the new dresses would require his assistance to wear.
“La’rn has a unique sense of style,” I said with a wry grin as Tor’ac handed me my brush and large hair clip.
Chuckling, my mate stood behind me, placing his hands along my bare shoulders. “She has always had the gift of… form and function, which is why she is a highly-sought seamstress on the clanship. Even the High Arbitrator’s council and their mates come to use her skill.”
Twisting my hair up, I slid the clip close to the top of the twist, then released my hair to fall over it. I ran my fingers through my hair, fluffing it more and hiding the clip as Tor’ac had advised last night, then turned around to look up at him. “Well, what do you think?”
Tor’ac’s gaze moved down my form and then back up to meet my questioning look with what I could have sworn was a grin. “Beautiful… though now I’m unsure if we should leave.” He hooked his arm around my waist, pulling me against his hard form, and leaned down to nuzzle his mandibles against my neck again.
Surprised by this behavior, I squeaked in laughter as he nuzzled one of my most ticklish places. My arm snaked around his waist, and I drummed my fingers against his side, which made him twitch in shock, though he still kept his arm around me.
“Meeya…” Tor’ac sighed as he raised a brow, looking a bit hurt that I knew a vulnerable place on him. “I didn’t think you were paying attention when La’rn… did that before.”
I rubbed his side, pressing close to him and smiling. “Personally, I think it’s… well, don’t take this wrong… but I think it’s cute that you’re… sensitive there.”
“‘Kyuut?’” he asked, tilting his head.
“It’s nice and makes me happy to know that I’m not the only one that has… those kind of sensitive places.” I tried to explain as best I could without blushing or causing him embarrassment.
Clearing his throat, Tor’ac rubbed his hand along my side, nuzzling against my cheek. “Be that as it may… I will make sure only to… touch those sensitive places when we are alone in our chambers.”
“Okay, Tor’ac, and I’ll do the same for you,” I said, gripping his side a bit. “I don’t want anyone getting any ideas about… my mate.”
“Nor do I,” he purred, giving me a heated look. “Come, we must be off, Meeya.”
I nodded and followed my mate as we left our chambers.
~~~
The prison cells were on a level almost a dozen floors beneath the arbitrators level, and I was shocked by the contrast between the two. As Tor’ac and I walked down a long corridor, no details had been carved into the stark, gray walls. Lights that were almost too bright lit up the hallway as we made our way towards the cells.
Each cell was barred by a single door with thick metal bands crossing the door near the top and bottom. There were no openings I could see while glancing at the doors, though I noticed what looked like a sliding panel in the center of the door just above my eye level.
Tor’ac strode at such a pace that I had to walk at double my normal pace just to keep up with him. Looking at my mate, I couldn’t blame him for his concern about his brother, but I still wondered what issues might have happened. Before I could think of something awful, I heard a familiar voice.
“Captain Tor’ac, it’s good to see you and Meeya again.”
So’len stood to the side of one cell that we stopped in front of, and Tor’ac nodded to him, asking, “How is he?”
“Quiet save for just before I arrived to relieve Ch’or from what I gathered. It was when Duk’ar was bringing Ka’jai’s early meal, and Ch’or got into a confrontation with him,” So’len clicked, shaking his head. “The younger warriors always have to learn the hard way with Duk’ar.”
“Learn what the hard way?” I asked as my curiosity got the better of me, looking between So’len and Tor’ac.
Tor’ac shook his head with a chuff. “Duk’ar might be head of the cooks, but before that he was a scout and seeker on hunts. I’ll explain further later, Meeya. Is he awake now, So’len?”
Raising his fist, So’len knocked against the metal three times, growling, “Ka’jai, you have visitors.” He slid the panel I’d noticed before to the left, revealing an opening that appeared large enough for a tray of food.
From within the cell, I heard movement but it was somewhat muffled due to the thickness of the door. I had to look up to see inside the opening, though it was hard to see much of anything in the dark cell and the lights above us didn’t offer much help.
Then, the top part of Ka’jai’s face appeared in the opening, his eyes a dark gold with a ring of red around the center. Such fierce eyes shouldn’t look as weary as they did, but even with the glance he offered me, I guessed Ka’jai probably slept very little last night. He growled, “Tor’ac…”
“Ka’jai…” my mate clicked back. As I glanced at Tor’ac, even he seemed tired despite the night’s sleep he had. “You’ve looked better, Brother.”
Blinking at his comment, I heard a chuff of laughter from the cell as Ka’jai clicked, “I could say the same… yet you were still able to sleep.” I turned to the cell’s opening and saw his fiery stare on me again.
Tor’ac curled his arm around my shoulders, drawing me against him as he said, “Sleep cannot always be restful… no matter what comforts we have.” He squeezed my shoulder gently and I pressed into his side.
“It would be wise to take care of those comforts, Brother,” Ka’jai clicked as he looked away from both of us. “You know the manners of some Yautja on the clan ship… and rank doesn’t always mean anything to them.”
Almost immediately, So’len stepped in front of me, snarling, “Are you threatening the mate of an arbitrator captain?” He looked as though he would advance upon the imprisoned male, but Tor’ac stopped him as he gripped his second’s shoulder.
“Ka’jai is only speaking the truth, So’len, and you know that well enough,” Tor’ac clicked, pushing against So’len’s shoulder to urge him to the side. “And no… after what Ka’jai did for Meeya on Urth… he wouldn’t threaten her. Would you, Brother?”
[Ka’jai’s POV]
Shaking my head at So’len’s outburst, I knew why his reaction was so defensive even though it wasn’t necessarily for Tor’ac’s ooman mate. No doubt he remembered times when I would warn him against his affinity for the females on Urth. While it was only out of concern that we’d be discovered, So’len took it personally.
Still for Tor’ac’s second to rise to her defense, I knew she would have a bit more protection. Looking at my brother, I clicked, “I have no reason to threaten your mate, Tor’ac. And I doubt she would give me one.”
“You don’t need to worry about that,” Meeya said next to Tor’ac, and I glanced at the little ooman again. Her mouth was curved up, and her eyes had a soft warmth that was different from the suspicion and then alertness I’d seen in them on Urth.
Nodding to her, I faced Tor’ac again, asking, “Was there anything more, Tor’ac? Or did you just want to be sure I was alive in the cell?”
Tor’ac sighed and furrowed his brow at my bluntness, but it was difficult not to read my own brother. It’s what made our bond so strong… and also what made being on opposite sides of a prison cell so tough for both of us.
“I asked for a trial to give us time to help you, Ka’jai… but your leaving the clan ship and fleeing to Urth hasn’t helped.” My brother fixed his stare on my eyes. “Why did you choose to kill Captain Ro’khu and those seconds?”
Closing my eyes, I stepped back from the cell door and away from the question I couldn’t answer. I inhaled deeply and looked down at the shackles on my wrists, knowing it was a burden I chose to bear. There was no way I could tell my own brother even if it would free me from being labeled a Bad Blood.
I heard him approach the opening and looked up to see Tor’ac’s dark green eyes pleading with me. “Did they have anything to do with her death? Is there proof? Tell me, Brother!” he hissed softly even though we both knew that So’len and Meeya could hear.
Taking another step back, I remained silent as I heard Tor’ac release a long breath and he stepped away from the door. I knew my freedom would likely come at the cost of other lives, and until I was certain, I wouldn’t endanger my family. They were all I had left.
“I won’t give up on you, Ka’jai,” Tor’ac growled, his eyes set in a fierce glare. “You are still my brother… I trust in you.”
I released a long breath and nodded to my brother, and then I heard Meeya say, “Tor’ac…” but everything after was too soft for me to hear.
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” So’len’s voice came after, and Tor’ac growled, “Together then.”
Blinking at the opening, my brow furrowed at what was going on unseen between the three of them. Then, a large, mottled green hand and wrist came through the cell opening. A much smaller, pale hand and forearm entered after, and I could only stare at my brother and his mate’s hands… apparently reaching for me.
With slow steps, I moved towards the cell door and raised my hands to theirs, grasping Tor’ac’s hand in my left and gently taking Meeya’s hand in my right. I looked through what remained clear of the opening and saw both of them staring at me.
“We will do everything we can to help you, Brother,” Tor’ac clicked to me.
Meeya’s mouth was still curved up… a ‘smile’ I think is what oomans called the facial expression. “And at least one of us will be here to see you each day.”
I stared at them, my younger brother whom I grew up with and had trained to become an arbitrator, and the ooman female who had drawn his attention for whatever reason. Tor’ac’s motive was clear as he was family. Meeya should have no motive to trust me… yet here she was, offering her trust and… attempting to comfort me? It was confusing as I didn’t always understand oomans and the reasons behind what they did. But at the same time… it was welcome.
Squeezing both of their hands, I released them to slowly pull their arms back through the opening. I couldn’t get the words ‘thank you’ out as the opening was soon closed, and somehow I felt they weren’t enough. Not for what they did. ‘I trust you, Tor’ac… and I trust your belief in Meeya.’
TBC
A/N: To my readers who are still reading this after a near 2.5 year hiatus, THANK YOU. It was an unintended hiatus, but when the characters don't speak to you, it's difficult to force yourself to write. I'm so happy to return to the world of What You Never Know, and I do hope this chapter was worth the wait. I'll be doing my best to update as often as I can, so I thank you for your patience, dear readers.
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