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It pained him that he couldn't tell her how important his mission really was and who he was reporting to. The search for the Kra-ell settlers and the missing pods was just a cover for his real mission on Earth.
So far, he hadn't had great success with the former, but his success with the latter exceeded everyone's wildest expectations.
Frankie
"Frankie!" Mia rolled into her room with such speed that Frankie feared she would crash into the hospital bed, but she stopped by pivoting the wheelchair at the last moment and aligning it with the bed.
Dagor had jumped out of the way just in time, but he shouldn't have been worried. Mia's chair hadn't even touched him.
Frankie chuckled. "You can be the first getaway wheelchair driver."
"How are you doing?" Mia reached for her hand. "And don't you dare say fine."
"But I do feel fine. Bridget's taken great care of me. She patched me up and gave me some blood to replenish what I'd lost, and I'm on the mend. You have nothing to worry about, at least not about me."
Frankie wasn't doing a great job of pretending to be worse than she was, but what choice did she have? Mia was accusing her of doing the exact opposite.
"But I do worry." Mia gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "I worry about all the dresses that you are not going to wear for all those weddings that you were hoping to dance at."
That was indeed a pity. If not for Dagor's blood, she definitely wouldn't have been able to dance at those weddings, so there was no way she could do that without arousing suspicion. She would have to dance with him in the privacy of her cabin suite, and when Margo joined them, she would be even more restricted.
Eh, who cared.
She was alive, and she owed her life to Dagor who had taken the barrage of bullets for her. And now she was getting back on her feet much faster thanks to his blood transfusion. She should be grateful, and she was.
"It's okay." Frankie squeezed Mia's hand back. "Thanks to Dagor, I will get to dance at many more weddings, just not on this cruise."
Mia turned to him. "Thank you for saving my bestie. I heard that you took bullets for her."
"Of course, I did. I'm practically indestructible."
When Mia pressed her lips together in that stubborn way of hers, Frankie braced for a lecture.
"You should have let Dagor induce you instead of waiting until you got to the village."
"It wouldn't have happened that fast even if we went for it. From what you told me, I understand that it can take days, and sometimes weeks. Dagor and I haven't been together long enough."
"True." Mia brushed a hand over her short hair. "It just seems like so much longer. It's funny how time moves differently depending on the situation, and the paradox is that it's counterintuitive. When a lot happens in a short period of time, it seems like it stretches on forever. But when nothing happens, it sometimes feels as if days passed instead of years."
"Profound," Frankie said. "You should put that in one of your books."
Mia chuckled. "My books are for children between the ages of two and four. I don't think they are even aware of the concept of time."
"I was joking. Maybe you can put it in one of your Perfect Match scenarios."
"That's a better idea." Mia sighed. "It's such a shame that you are going to miss Amanda's wedding."
A pang of regret hit Frankie. She had been looking forward to that one in particular. Amanda would no doubt wear the most magnificent wedding gown, and she really wanted to see it. "Yeah, I'm bummed about it. You'll have to take lots of pictures for me. I want you to snap a photo of Amanda in her wedding gown from every angle."
"She's going to look spectacular." Mia snorted. "Not that she doesn't look like a million bucks first thing in the morning when the rest of us mere mortals are a mess."
"Reminder. You are no longer mortal, mere or otherwise." Frankie glanced at Dagor, who was standing very quietly next to the equipment and looking at them with a small smile lifting the corners of his lips.
He was so motionless that she'd forgotten he was there for a moment.
Mia sighed. "The truth is that I feel weird celebrating and having a good time while those poor women are grieving in their little cabins on the lower deck."
"Life goes on," Dagor said. "What happened to them was tragic, but it wasn't our fault. We saved them, and Kian is taking them to a place where they will get help."
