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Guilt?
Why was she feeling guilty?
“Does this happen often?” she asked, shuffling back to her seat. Only when she was once again balanced did she draw her hand back from his touch. She seemed reluctant to do it even then.
“It’s…a reflex. Quillons’ hands–our hands–can turn into weapons when our Light is off-balance,” he said, watching her closely, for any reaction.
Her face remained impassive. Her eyes, however, betrayed the swirl of emotions that was beating in her energy.
She liked it. Shereallyliked seeing Taryn’s hands like this.
He relaxed, for no more than a breath. He still didn’t understand that guilt. Leah was hiding something, but he didn’t know what. Until he did, he would keep observing.
But it was hard to focus on his spy skills when all he wanted to do was take her in his arms and meld her mouth to hers. It was even more difficult when he had an inkling she wanted the same thing.
“That’s…that’s really impressive,” she said, licking her lips, and torturing Taryn some more.
Her gaze slowly caressed his body, up his arms, past his chest, up to his lips. She licked hers once more.
Taryn was done for.
Leah leaned forward, as if moved by a force outside her own body. Taryn mirrored her, despite the nagging thoughts beating at his mind.
Something felt wrong. But everything else felt right.
He couldn’t deny her. He couldn’t wait until the moment he–
The ship swerved again. This time, it propelled Leah straight into his embrace.
Taryn’s arms coiled around her. Her head rested on his chest, as if by instinct. The small, unconscious gesture warmed his Light, even as the ship rattled around them.
Leah inhaled sharply, holding on tighter to his arms. “What isthat?”
Shadows crowded the ship’s window. The storm had turned vicious much too quickly, even by Quillon standards. The clouds had bubbled and boiled into a dark cyclone that looked like it could swallow the planet whole. Explosions between the clouds were the only things lighting the sky.
“A nasty storm.” Taryn nodded at the ship’s control board. It instantly began to descend. “Don’t worry, we’ll reach shelter soon.”
“We can’t survive that!”
Taryn could. He wasn’t taking any chances with Leah’s safety, even with Quillon’s best tech sheltering them. “But we’ll land nearby and spend the night in Kustume, the marketing district. The storm will be gone by tomorrow.”
He tilted his head again, focusing his thoughts on guiding the ship to solid ground.
Leah’s big, beautiful eyes swerved between him and the console. “How are you doing that?”
“Everything on Quillon can sense intentions and can adapt accordingly. The ship knows where I want it to go without me having to voice commands.”
“If this works…that’s pretty fucking impressive,” Leah said, then squeaked, turning her face more into Taryn’s chest. “Donottell Nana I said that, she’d be so disappointed.”
Taryn’s translator buzzed.Nana, a word humans sometimes used for grandmothers they cared about.
So Leah cared very much about the matriarch in her family. She hadn’t mentioned a mother or an aunt or any other relatives.
A selfish pang entered Taryn’s heart. He didn’t have any family he cared for that much. With, perhaps, one exception, but he wasn’t sure. And his little brotherdefinitelydidn’t care as much for him as Taryn would have hoped.
He longed for that kind of connection. He longed for a connection with the very tempting human female in his arms, who was hiding her face in his chest. A few more of her cold human breaths and his Light would begin to flicker, he just knew it.
Another jolt. Another sharp inhale from Leah, her fluttering human heart a drum against Taryn’s chest.
