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A Union of Convenience II	By : Keen Category: M through R > Predator Views: 6269 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I
�� Isis walked inside the room, smiling at the dress Ny�ima left on the bed. It was a lovely champagne coloured
fabric with red script, a better and safer choice than the sheet wrapped around
her hips. Scooting closer, careful of the sliding fabric under foot, she was
about to put it on when the door at her back opened again and Ali�shir
thundered inside. Isis let out an exasperated
sigh that slumped her shoulders and then rolled her
eyes.
�� Need
I remind you that you are wanted, female?� he snarled.
�� No,
but you already have,� she said continuing toward the bed.
�� Ali�shir
kneaded the back of his neck and took a laboured breath, trying to understand
her thinking. �Is this because of the Elder Healer?� he asked.
�� No,�
she said, honestly. �I have moved on as well.�
�� Isis raised her hand and Ali�shir looked at the shiny
stone on her finger. He growled low in his throat. He thought that was what the
ring meant, but he was not sure until now.
�� Is
it worth the risk to go back to this male?� he asked. �Your affections for him
are this strong?�
�� They
weren�t. She cared for Seth and was prepared to spend the rest of her days with
him, but Isis simply accepted the Governor�s
proposal because it was Marca said women her age did
in the small hamlet. They got married and settled down, had a few kids, but she
would not discuss that with Ali�shir.
�� It�s
not only him I have to go back for,� she said, instead. �I have a family there,
a home. I just can�t leave them like this,�
�� But
you will!� Ali�shir shouted. �If you go back to them, you will endanger not
only yourself, but them as well. They haven�t turned their attentions on your
so-called family yet and they would not unless you give them a reason to.�
�� Just�.be
quiet please!�
�� Isis clasped her hands over her face, willing the tears
away. She felt like she could both pitch a fit and burst she was so full of
pain. She hadn�t felt that bad since she left Ge�tan.
She knew most likely it would be too dangerous to go back to the settlement,
but she wanted to hold onto that hope she could. It twisted her insides
something awful to know she would never get to go back to her family again.
That she had to add yet more faces to that part of her memory reserved for those
she lost.
�� I
don�t care,� she said, straightening her back, sniffing back tears. �I�ll find
a way. I am so tired of saying goodbye to the people I love, Ali�shir. I don�t
think I can bear to do it again.�
�� He
moved behind her and spoke with seriousness. �There is a price on your head, Isis. I have seen it.�
�� And
who�s fault is that?!� she shouted, turning to push him away. �No one asked you
to come looking for me!�
�� Ali�sir snarled at her, �Would you rather, Bahdri come for you then?� he demanded loudly. �And spear
your Scorn male and turn him into a trophy? He would have done the same to you
as well once he found out I let you go back.�
�� Douglass
was so old,� she whimpered, �There was nothing he could do to harm anyone. �
�� No
outsider is allowed to know as much as you and the Scorn do and walk around
free.�
�� But
you trusted me to keep my mouth shut. Why not trust him to do the same?�
�� Because
I do not know him and I am not the one who wanted him in the first place.�
Ali�shir replied.
�� How
did Bahdri learn about Douglass anyway? I didn�t even
know Douglass was alive and I was there.�
�� I
do not know,� Ali�shir shrugged. �But he did and he wanted me to enlist your
help to find the male. I refused and a few days ago, he let me know he would be
sending warriors to find him. I knew there was the potential they would find
you as well and I could not allow that to happen.�
�� Because
you were not supposed to send me back, I know.� Isis
nodded, inspecting the dress Ny�ima left her. Now
up-close, she could see it was far too long and backless. �This will draw too
much attention,� Isis frowned. �What colour is
the line for the cabinet?�
�� Silver,
and what do you mean it will draw too much attention. This is modest.�
�� Modest by yautja standards, not human.
I will stand out if I go back dressed in this.�
�� You
still intend to go back,� Ali�shir scoffed, woefully shaking his head, pacing.
�Has a word I said reached past that thick skull of yours? You cannot go back!�
�� I
know!� she shouted, throwing up her arms. �I get it! Will you just shut up already!�
�� Not
until you put this stupid idea out of your mind,� he shouted back.
�� Too bad! Now give me your flight key, please. I have
somewhere to be.�
�� No.
Never,� he growled. �I will not allow you to put yourself in jeopardy yet
again!�
�� Who
cares what you�ll allow me to do,�
she snapped. �I am not your charge anymore. I can take care of myself.�
�� I
can see just how well you do that,� he said, brushing her hair from her injured
shoulder.
�� Isis swatted the hand away with a hiss, �I was doing just
fine until you came along.�
�� Ali�shir
bared his teeth, splaying his mandibles wide. �So was I,� he snarled.
�� He
lifted his top and pointed to his chest. It was healing but the seam of the
sewn wounds was still heavily creased and wept creamy puss about its edges.
�� Reflexively
Isis� hands went to her shoulder. She prayed
she didn�t look so terrible under her own bandages.
�� Ali�shir
tapped angrily at his wound, ignoring the tingle of pain each time. �You are
not the only one to make sacrifices, Isis.�
�� Yes,�
she swallowed, still holding her arm. �But I am the only one who never seems to
have a choice in the matter.�
�� He
let his tunic fall and crossed his arms, �And if you were given one, what would
you do? Run back headlong into danger? Stand in yet another open area and
welcome the bullets that come your way?�
�� Isis shoved him and the shouting began anew. Fingers
wagged, hands waved, feet stamped until Isis
realised the futility of it all.
�� There
was no point to arguing with the male. He was as stubborn and set in his way as
ever and so was she.
�� I
have had enough of this.� Isis turned and
shuffled to the wall with a silver line, tapping her foot impatiently.
�� The
closet materialised and among the supplies and devices inside where several
neatly folded tunics that matched Ali�shir�s own. Isis took one and turned back to the male, demanding he
leave. He refused.
�� You
will not dismiss me so easily.�
�� I
want to get dressed and I don�t want to argue while I do it.�
�� Then
do not!� he shrugged. �Agree to stay. It is that simple.�
�� Isis moved past him, angrily undoing the knot of the
sheet, �Could you for once agree to do something I ask of you?� she snapped.
�� Isis eased out of the sheet and tossed it on to the bed.
She unfurling the tunic and tsked at its size. It was
too large for her so she moved back to find another smaller one and met eyes
with Ali�shir. She wound the fabric tightly in her hands realising the mistake
she made in undressing in front of him. Especially if she
wanted him gone.

�� Their
argument sent his blood rushing and now, with seeing her body, it all pooled in
one place. The tension between his legs was so much it hurt to move, but he
did. Isis looked away and Ali�shir prattled low
in his throat as he stepped closer, scenting the air. She wanted him too.
�� At the mere thought
of Ali�shir touching her, Isis felt her nerves
rising to the surface of her skin. She shut her legs
together and covered her lap with her hands, trying to hide the evidence of her
want, but it was in vain. Ali�shir moved closer and Isis
turned her back to him, unwittingly making the situation worse.
�� The
male always loved watching her walk, the sway of her
hips was always a temptation. His eyes travelled hungrily over her backside and
then his hands, sliding down he hips, fisting her cheeks and pulling her back
against him. He held her firmly against his chest and growled as he scented her
hair. Isis closed her eyes as her body
vibrated with the sound and then hurried to step away, clearing her throat.
�� She
pulled the cover from the floor and held it against her body. �I would really
like it if you let me dress alone,� she said quietly, not lifting her eyes to
him.
�� Since
when do you hide this body from me?� Ali�shir fisted the sheet and stepped
closer, prompting her to move back.
�� Don�t
do this,�
�� I
will not do anything you do not wish me to,� he said coming closer.
�� Ali�shir
watched her look to the door, but it was too late. Isis
backed herself into a static wall and there was no where for her to go but to
him. He rooted his arms on either side of her, trapping her under him. His
breaths poured warmth over her collar bones and chest.
�� Isis gasped feeling his cheek brush against hers, moving
her face to look at him as he crushed his hips against her.
�� Ali�shir
please,� she
whined.
�� She
had spent so many days, months, years even, willing away the want she had for
him, so that if the day ever did come where he realised what an ass he had been
and came back to claim her, she would have the strength to say no. But it
seemed as if it were all for nought as his hands travelled the curves of her
breasts, down her belly to her hips. �� Ali�shir
wrapped his arms roughly round her waist, pressing her body against his and Isis was frozen still as he lowered his head. His mouth
covered hers and Isis felt her body melt,
squishing against the wall and him. Her head swam with the demanding kiss until
her eyes focused on the male.
�� No!�
Isis pushed off the wall, kicking.
�� Ali�shir
grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her against the wall with a smack,
slamming her once to be still. His head fell against her and he panted against
her neck, hard and hot. His hands tightened and relaxed on her trembling arms.
The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her, but she had to understand he could
not stop. Not now.
�� Please
understand,� he breathed against her. �Understand Isis�I
cannot stop��
�� Ali�shir
rested all his weight against her with a heavy sigh. Her scent invaded him, making
his eyes roll from the intoxicating fragrance. Temptation was becoming too hard
to keep at bay. His whole body trembled as he struggled to keep his hands
against the wall. His nails scratched at the hard surface, piling shavings at
his feet.
�� He
opened his mouth to try and explain what he was feeling, but he could only
grunt. Even so he tried again and Isis laid
her head against his, silencing him with a hush. Her legs folded around his
waist, the heel of her feet digging into the small of his back.
�� I
know�� she sighed, moving her hips against his. �I know.�
�� Ali�shir
growled with pain, tightly shutting his eyes. She moved slowly under him,
grinding and rolling her bottom over his lap. His hands moved from the wall,
tentatively grazing her hips. When she didn�t move away, he moved roughly down
her back, gripping her cheeks, hauling her up against him by the fistful of
flesh.
�� Isis held onto his thick neck and angled her head to face
his. She kissed him hard, heedless of his jagged teeth, tasting his mouth with
her tongue. Her other hand slid down the planes of his chest, bumping down the
rippling muscles of his abs to his waist. She pulled on the belt at his hips,
sliding apart the metal clasp and ripping it from round him in one swift
motion.
�� Ali�shir
steadied himself against the wall with one hand. Isis
pushed the tunic up, stroking what her body told her so vulgarly she needed.
Her hand closed around his cock and she pumped him slowly, from base to tip,
running her thumb along the underside.
�� Ali�shir�s head was reeling, his balance lofty. Isis brought her hand to her mouth and wet him with her
spit, sliding faster down his shaft, making him stand at absolute attention.
Her thumb circled the bulbous tip of him and Ali�shir rose on his toes, pulling
the muscles in his calves taught. Colours bloomed behind his tightly shut lids,
his breathing coming in shallow pants.
�� Isis gripped him roughly and pressed her face against
him. �Bed,� she demanded, �Now.�
�� Ali�shir
lifted her by her ass and moved away from the wall. As a reward, Isis returned to stroking him, sliding his thickness
against her wet and puffy folds. When she pressed the tip inside her, Ali�shir
forgot about the bed completely.
�� He
pushed her against the end of the metal footboard and forced his cock inside
with one violent thrust. Isis screamed and
clutched at his shoulders as he forced himself to the hilt, crushing his balls
against her. It had truly been too long between them. He stretched her to the
point of pain but she greedily welcomed it, arching into his body as he moved
forward.
�� Ali�shir
pressed her hips against the metal backing and withdrew. His lip rippled with a
growl as he pushed himself deep inside her again. She held him so tight he felt
he was going to burst but he would not dare. He wanted to prolong this as long
as possible.
�� Opening
his eyes he saw Isis staring back at him. Her
hands gripped the shiny backing at her back, her arms vibrating with his
weighty thrusts. He pushed hotly into her again and she gave a strained cry. He
was hurting her, she could feel her body tear but she did not want to stop.
Digging her heels into his back she lifted her hips higher and he thrust again,
moving faster. With each heated drive, her pain ebbed and her pleasure swelled.
�� Isis clutched him closer to her, squeezing him tightly
with her strong thighs. Her eyes rolled as she ground her hips furiously
against him, trying for that warm burst of relief, that wonderfully
disorienting sensation that only came with orgasm. She could feel it dance
across her flesh as her body writhed against his. His hand smoothed over her
breasts, sliding to her neck, holding her down as he pushed harder and deeper.
�� Isis arched back with a howl and Ali�shir felt her nails
bite into his skin. Orgasm hit her hard, seizing her body rigid, stealing all
her breath. It felt as if she was going to splinter into a thousand tiny parts.
Ali�shir was the only thing holding her up as the hot pang of pleasure ripped
through her, erupting in a loud and prolonged vulgar moan.
�� The
sound drowned out Ali�shir�s growl as he huddled
against her chest. Her orgasm propelled his. Her muscles contracted and pulsed
over the length of him, spiralling around him with such fervour she milked him
into an explosion so intense he could not hold back the ragged roar it tore
from his throat.
�� Trembling,
he took her by the waist, claws digging into the flesh of her hips. He pushed
his cock deep inside her and held himself there. When Isis
felt his legs tremble, she embraced him harder, enjoying the feeling of his
warmth pooling inside her and slowly eek between her cheeks.

II

�� Isis opened her eyes and found herself still clutching Ali�shirs shoulders. He held her just as tightly too, frozen
in the position they landed onto the bed. His body hunched over hers which bent
awkwardly over the footboard like a discarded rag, the metal slab digging into
the small of her back. Ali�shir used all the strength in his legs to keep from
crushing her as he held her in the precarious position and the muscles in Isis stomach burned as she bowed toward him. They were
both beginning to lose feeling in their legs but neither dare disturb the
perfect silence with complaints.
�� Only
a few sounds could be heard in the small space. The hum of the lights overhead,
the muffled conversations echoed through the walls from the outside, but both
where drowned out by their soft panting. And then the metallic screech of the
bed as it broke.
�� The
left side bent with a creak, dumping the sweaty lovers onto the floor. Ali�shir
rolled with Isis tightly held against him, twisting the covers as they fell
over them both and coming to rest on top of her.
�� He
eased her head back and their eyes met. Transfixed, they could only stare at
one another a moment, arms and legs entwined. Their chests rose and fell,
surging against one another in the thunderous moment of silence before
shuddering with hearty laughter.
�� Ny�ima is going to be so upset,� Isis
chuckled, sitting up on her elbows, the sheet draped over her shoulders.
�Apparently she likes to keep her rooms nice and neat.�
�� She
will never know. I will send someone to clean this before she returns.� Isis laughed harder and Ali�shir tilted his head. �What
is so funny, female?�
�� You,�
she chuckled. �I can�t believe how comfortable you are with being Lead Elder.
The last time we spoke, you would have rather been burned alive. What made you
accept the position?�
�� I
had my reasons,� he said, bending down to kiss her.
�� She
hated that answer but her compunction to argue for a real answer was suddenly
lost. His lips pressed against hers and she had to bite back the moan in her
throat. He moved between her legs, moving them apart with his knees.
�� Isis looked up and watched Ali�shir push up with his arms. He
stared at her as he lowered his mouth to her nipple.
�� Don�t,� she twisted away. Isis could feel the in-between of her legs tighten again,
throbbing with heat. If they did not stop, she would never leave.
�� Ali�shir could smell her reaction
and it was contrary to her protest. �If I believed you did not want it, I would
not.�
�� His tongue
crossed over her chest. With only the tip, he circled one nipple and then the
other. The ends of sensitive flesh hardened so much, the feeling became almost painful.
�� Isis turned away but
Ali�shir followed, cupping her breasts to hold her flat against the floor. His
hands circled the soft mounds, going over the tops as his mouth did.
�� Isis
gasped and bit her fist, cursing the way her body reacted. She could feel the
wetness trickling out of her, spotting the floor underneath them. She craned
her head to confirm it, but Ali�shir�s face blocked
her. He kept his stare directly on her as he beaded her nipples between his
fingers.
�� Enough,
Ali�shir.�
�� I cannot hear anything but what
your body tells me, Isis.� He mused, sliding
his hand between her legs. He stroked in between her lips, circling her clit
with his thumb before pushing a finger inside. Isis
arched off the floor with a moan, biting down hard enough to draw blood on her
fist.
�� The smell of her arousal and now her
blood made him ravenous. Ali�shir slid his finger out and moved on his hands
and knees. He stretched over her and Isis
grabbed hold of his shoulders, lifting herself off the floor. She pressed
kisses down the side of his face and over his neck, eliciting deep rumbles from
his chest. The feeling of her mouth hungrily tasting his flesh erected every
quill on his body.
The male had
forgotten just how soft she was, how sweetly she smelled and how affectionate
she could be. She took his lips with hers and Ali�shir grabbed her hips,
pulling her closer with a growl. His hands threateningly fisted in the sheet
wrapped around her hips and then tore it away, whipping chill air around them
both.
�� Ali�shir
grabbed both sides of her face in his heavy hands and turned her head, forcing
her to look at him as he pressed between legs again. Isis
held onto his wrists�tighter�as he lay his forehead on
hers and pushed his hips flush against her. His thick and veined shaft ran the
length of her seam, tapping at her, playing between her pouting wet folds.
Ali�shir felt her raise her hips toward him and he moved back to maintain the
space between them. The glare she shot him could have incinerated steel but it only
made him want to tease her even more.
�� So,
you do not want this?� He pressed his hand harder on her belly, his thumb
flicking her clit.
�� Isis moaned and turned her face away, �No.�
�� Ali�shir
pushed his mushroom tip inside again, parting her lips with a wet kiss. �That
sound says you are lying.�
�� Does
it matter if I am?�
�� Isis sat up on her elbows again and glancing at her
hungry expression, Ali�shir�s insides began to stir. �I
suppose not,� he rumbled. �I know what you want and I will give it to you
regardless.�
�� Isis� head lulled back as he pushed forward, filling her
again with his dick, crushing his hips against hers. Her legs closed around his
waist and Ali�shir moved forward, leaning over her body as he thrust. He
watched her throat move as she swallowed and smothered another moan.
�� He
pressed a tender kiss in the hallow of her neck and Isis tore open her eyes. She could feel his mouth open.
His breath warmed her throat, his teeth scraped against her skin. He was going
to mark her again. Isis twisted away in panic
and was surprised still to meet eyes with Ny�ima who
stood quietly in the door way.
�� Ali�shir,
stop,� Isis hissed in his ear. �I�m serious.�
�� She
did not have to add that last sentence, Ali�shir knew as much. At first he
thought it was something he did but then he heard the soft sound of a female
clearing her behind them.
�� Isis pushed at him and Alil�shir
growled, grinding his hips against her. They certainly did not have to stop on Ny�ima�s account but Isis
was visibly embarrassed. She closed her legs and hid her face in his arm as the
female moved inside.
�� Ali�shir
withdrew from her with a grunt and glared at the apprentice Healer. �You could
not wait until you were summoned, Ny�ima?�
�� I
am sorry, Lead Elder, but the Ro�al did request that
you and the Elder Female seek his presence as soon as you both returned,� she
said nodding to Isis.
�� The
woman sat up immediately and leaned toward the male at her side, �Ali�shir is
she talking about me?� she hushed.
�� The
male shook his head, keeping his attention on Ny�ima.
�The Ro�al is here? On my ship?�
�� Yes.
He waits for you both in Council Hall,� Ny�ima tilted
her head at her Elder�s bewildered expression. �I am surprised you did not
already know, Elder. Na�run had been combing the ship
looking for you two. I would have thought he found you by now, especially
seeing how persistent he is��
�� Why
would Na�run be looking for me?� Isis
asked.
�� Ali�shir
tensed as Ny�ima spoke. �Because the Ro�al specifically asked for the Elder Female as well,� she
answered.
�� Isis felt her stomach bottom out and a chill settled into
her skin. She looked at Ali�shir�s profile as the
female continued speaking, watching his expression harden.
The muscles in his heavy jaw twitched as he grit his
teeth.
�� I
brought you this dress, Elder Isis. You will need something more impressive
than what is in your closet when you meet with the honoured Council Warrior. I
borrowed something from the Elder Healer since you are about the same size. It
will fit very nicely.�
�� That!��
Ali�shir shouted, ��will be all Ny�ima.�
�� The
apprentice healer looked at the male and bowed at his stern expression. �I will
tell the Elder Liaison you are here,� she nodded.
�� The
door materialised behind her and Ali�shir was jolted to feel Isis
strike his shoulder. Once for being rude and another time for
lying.
�� You
never told them I left!� She pinched him and he growled at her to lower her
voice.
�� Ali�shir
gave her the quick version of how he explained away her absences. From illness and arguments to visits with Gi
in Ge�tan. The last excuse Heron made himself,
saying that Isis had accompanied him on a hunt
and was injured in the process. It was a half-truth as far as he was concerned.
�� Do
you think I would still be Lead Elder if I did not have a mate?�
�� So
why not go and get another one?�
�� Because
I do not need one,� he said kissing her shoulder. �I already have you.�
�� Isis took a sharp breath, her eyes widening as the warm
tingle from his lips spread through her body. Oh how quickly the body forgets
the woes of the heart.
�� Turn
me loose,� she said softly.
�� Ali�shir
hung his head as she moved to stand. �I do not know why you are fighting this, Isis.� His arms fell from her shoulders and held her
about the calves as she stood. He looked up at her with a sigh. �I know that
you are happy to be here again. I have not seen you smile in so long. Even when
the old human made that red cake you like so much.�
�� Isis stumbled backward a step. She had not told him Marca�s triple thick strawberry tower was her favourite and
the last time she made it had been months before any of the killings. Her eyes
widened with the realisation, �You have been watching me?�
�� As
much as possible,� he said unapologetically. He stroked her legs as spoke. �I
will always watch over what belongs to me.�
�� Isis moved away and his hands fell. �Ok�This is was a
mistake,� she said shaking her head. �I should have known sex would just
complicate this, but it shouldn�t because it was just sex. It doesn�t mean
anything.�
�� Ali�shir
burst from sitting and Isis fell back against
the dilapidated bed. �Isis if it was just
about sex, I would already be content,� he gnashed. �I have lain with nearly every
female on this ship since you left, but I am still unsatisfied.�
�� Her
frightful surprise cooled to disgust. �I have already made up my mind so you
can stop with the smooth talk, Ali�shir.�
�� He
watched her dress and felt his anger bubble over. He was not mistaken before. Isis did not want him to mark her again. She did not want
him.
�� Ali�shir
furiously rubbed the back of his neck, �I offer you safety. Stability.
A life free of want. Why would you walk away from all
that?�
�� Like
you care,� she snorted, threading the leather belt round her hips.
�� Ali�shir�s hand shot out and grabbed her arm. He pulled her
against him and shook her roughly. She was not listening to him, but he was
certain he had her attention now. He lowered his head to stare her in the eyes,
making sure she would not mistake him.
�� I
have put my life on the line to protect you, Isis,� he said. �Do not tell me I do not care.�
The woman looked
away and Ali�shir ground his teeth behind his closed lips. They were not the
words Heron told him to say, but it was all his pride would let him manage. He
doubted they would have made such a difference anyway as she tore away from him
just as quickly as she could.
�� The
door opened and Isis pulled her arm away from
him. A slender grey mottled yautja stepped inside,
the one she glimpsed momentarily below in the docks. He looked out of breath
now still, resting on his knees a moment to catch his breath before approaching
Ali�shir with a bow.
�� Na�run,� Ali�shir acknowledged.
�� Sir�please�
listen� to� what I have to say,�
�� Na�run started to speak but Ali�shir crossed the room with
speed and grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, pulling the panting male out
of earshot of Isis. She could hear the two grumble and mumble before a unsettling silence fell over the
room. Ali�shir heard something he was definitely not expecting. He rubbed the
back of his neck like he did when he was agitated and whispered something soft
to the male, sparing Isis a quick glance.
�� The
grey male glanced back at her then and hissed something in return but Ali�shir
would not hear of it. Whatever he said, it was not up for discussion. He
pointed to the door and promptly dismissed Na�run,
growling at him to go and staring him down until he obeyed.
�� Isis watched the male go and shook her head at Ali�shir.
�I really don�t understand you, Ali�shir.� She rubbed her bruised arm and
studied the floor. �I really wish you would speak clearly and tell me just what
the hell you want from me.�
�� Ali�shir
folded his arms and gave an exasperated sigh. �I do not know how much clearer I
can be, Isis.� He walked closer and stared
down at her. �I want you to stay here, with me�please.�
�� Isis shot her head toward him, surprised he even knew the
word let alone spoke it. �� Ali�shir lowered his head to hers, �Your place
is at my side, female. As my mate. With
me always.� Isis looked down as he
pressed something metallic and cool into her palm and closed her fist over it.
�If you do not agree, I will not force you, but I also will not sit by and
watch you kill yourself. I cannot. �
�� The
door opened again and Na�run entered. Ali�shir turned
with a snarl. �I told you to wait outside!�
�� I
know, sir, but the Ro�al�s guards come for you now.�
�� Ali�shir
looked back at Isis and her breath was caught.
His hand raised to hold her chin as he bent, pressing
a soft kiss on her mouth. She did not realise she was leaning into the tender
lip lock until he moved away, briskly following Na�run
through the door.
�� It
sealed shut behind them and Isis slowly opened
her hand. She was not expecting to find the Lead Elder�s flight key inside it,
the override that could access any ship. Stunned and utterly confused, she fell
against the wall in a bewildered daze, her hand rubbing her watering eyes.
�� All
this time she thought he had been keeping them apart, pushing her way. Now she
realised she was just as guilty by running away, doing her fair share of
pushing. She so closed herself off to the idea that he could love her that she
did not see he actually did. � He was
never going to lave her in gifts or thoughtful gestures to spell it out. This
was all he could muster and it nearly broke his pride to say it, but he
managed. Could she so brave and follow him? Or would she keep her heart safely
tucked away from his grasp?
�� Isis draped the key round her neck and shook her head,
chiding herself for even making this a matter of debate. The decision had
already been made for her and painful as it was, all there was left to do now
was follow through.

A/N:
Big thanks to Tambourines
for giving his a once over and pushing me to post. I kinda
got caught up in the New Year�s Celebration and Inaugural hoopla but I�m back
from wintry DC and writing! Death God
Dist, Amentet,
Wranch, LovyDovy and Anon thank you, thank you, thank you
for taking the time to comment. It really gives me motivation to continue on,
especially when I feel like just walking away. I wish all the authors got as
much love. And to answer your question Wranch, Ny�ima was one of the
other females that sat at the table with Gi, Heron,
Ali�shir and Isis when they were in Ge�tan. She was a minor character and I didn�t write her to
be memorable enough, so it�s all good!
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