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My tears run their course and they were cathartic. The emotional storm I’ve been holding at bay for what feels like forever has calmed and now there is only me and my thoughts. Which are full to the brim with Dilacs.
This is love. Beyond the horniness, the physical reactions of my body to him, is this. This warmth in my chest. This lifting of my heart. The feeling that it will all work out because he and I are together.
“They come,” the Zmaj says, pulling me out of my thoughts.
I lift my head and stare down the walkway. It’s the Zmaj equivalent of night time, which means most of the torches that light the compound are extinguished, but I see the shapes coming out of the gloomy dark.
Rosalind is only recognizable by her size in comparison to the two Zmaj flanking her. She’s not wearing her normal uniform, the pristine white space leathers. It’s odd and pulls at my attention. One of the Zmaj with her is the one who went to get her, the other has a hood pulled over his head and low across his face.
“Gweneth,” Rosalind calls the moment she’s close enough to be heard. “Are you okay?”
I stand up moving forward but the Zmaj throws his arm out and blocks me. I give him a glare but he only shrugs.
“Sorry,” he says. “Can’t be too careful.”
I roll my eyes but don’t push it further. Rosalind comes on like a rolling storm. The stern look on her face causes a quiver in my stomach long before I see the swell of her belly.
She’s… oh…
“What is the meaning of this?” she barks, marching right up to the Zmaj who drops his arm and takes a step back before her.
“I’m following ord?—”
“Orders?” Rosalind cuts him off. “Here are my orders. Let her go. Now. I need to debrief her immediately.”
“I have to ge?—”
“No,” she cuts him off again. “You don’t. She is coming with me. Feel free to alert the Al’fa because I will want to see him next. We will be in my office.”
I watch the exchange in utter and complete awe. I’ve always known that Rosalind is a bad ass, but watching her in action takes that knowing to an entirely different level. She doesn’t even wait for the Zmaj to respond, pushing past him, taking me by my arm and then she’s pulling me away.
The Zmaj don’t stop us. They don’t even protest, letting us walk away without a word. Rosalind moves quickly, leading us through the compound and then before I hardly know it we’re in her office. She moves behind the desk, takes her seat, and motions for me to sit opposite. She leans her head back and rubs her belly for a moment, sitting in silence.
While she does the hooded Zmaj who followed along with us moves behind her and massages her shoulders. She lets out a soft groan then opens her eyes, leans forward resting her arms on the desk and locks her steely gaze onto me.
“Report,” she says.
And I do. I tell her everything trying to leave nothing important out but I can’t sit still while I do it. I talk fast, worried that a random Zmaj patrol will find Dilacs and the others, but also knowing that if I don’t lay this all out for her, she won’t understand the importance of it all.
She doesn’t interrupt. I’m not sure she even blinks the entire time I’m talking. I put it all out and when I finish she nods. Her right hand fingers drum on the desk but it’s the only reaction.
“Shit,” she mutters. “The Queen?”
“Yeah,” I say.
She nods again, her eyes narrowing and her fingers drumming faster. Finally she rises to her feet.
“I’ll deal with the Al’fa,” she says. “He’s not going to like this, but I will make it work.”
“But we can’t leave them out there waiting,” I say, but my throat goes dry when she fixes me with a withering glare. “They’ll be… scared.”
“Yes,” Rosalind says, dryly. “Visidion, will you please go with Gweneth and extend a welcome to our newcomers? Keep them safe until I can come to you with the Al’fa on board.”
“Of course my treasure,” Visidion agrees.
“Good,” she says, stretching her back then straightening and squaring her shoulders. She walks around the desk and comes to a stop right in front of me. “You have done incredibly well. Better than I could have hoped. Thank you. All our peoples owe you a debt of gratitude.”
Blood rushes into my cheeks and chest making them itch and burn. I stammer trying to say something but stop when only a squeak emerges. I nod, my eyes teary with pride. Rosalind grips my shoulders tightly then gives a sharp nod and leaves the room. As she does someone is entering the outer office.
