That sigh wasmine.
Fuck. Maybe Iwouldkill him.
“Commander Helion! What the hell are you doing on my ship?” The feminine voice was nearly a shout, her tone stern, one familiar with command. That would be Chloe Phan. My intelligence officer, or so I’d believed. Was feminine betrayal the theme for this week?
The loud question caused Willow to freeze in Oberon’s arms. She tore her mouth from his and turned her head to find me, so close, watching her give herself to another male.
“Oh, shit.”
She had no fucking idea.
17
Willow
Oh god.Shit.
Calm down. You’re not his mate. Not anymore.
Okay. That was true. I wasn’t his mate. He wasn’t mine. I had another Prillon family’s protection and a new, smoking hot warrior who was totally in love with me—and not afraid to say it. He told me he wanted me. He told me he’d never leave me.
He was a big boy and knew how to use hiswords.
UnlikeMr. Stares-A-Lot, who didn’t even blink as I slid down Oberon’s body to stand on my own two feet.
“Helion.” Oberon didn’t let go of me until I delicately removed his hands from around my waist and took a step back. Breathing room. I needed some breathing room here.
“Arcas.” Zarren’s voice was stone cold. God, I knew that voice. He was beyond angry, his gaze not lifting to mine until Oberon’s hands were off my body. He’d had no problem staring at that, making everywhere Oberon’s hands lingered burn with awareness.
He has no right to be angry. You didn’t do anything wrong.
I could have talked to him about it first.
No. We’ve had this conversation. He was going to leave those women to suffer and die when he could have done something about it. What if that was you? He would have left you there, with that fucking psychopathic blue asshole, forever.
Oh, yeah.
Why was it so difficult to hold on to that outrage when he was standing here, in front of me, saying nothing?
“Willow, I would like to request an audience with you. Alone.”
“No.” Oberon’s objection was instant. But he wasn’t my father, and I was no child.
“I can speak for myself.” I turned to glare at Oberon, who narrowed his eyes and stared right back. He wasn’t happy about this. Well, I doubted anyone on this ship was happy at the moment. The three of us, least of all. How horrible would it be later, when we were battling the Hive? When I had to wait, knowing Oberon was out there, fighting, risking his life… and Helion was like fire burning through my blood. His anger made me want to push him harder, make him lose his temper. Make himfeel.Something. Anything.
Make him explain why he wouldn’t even try to save those prisoners.
What if he has a good reason?Maybe my former mate had an answer I could live with.
Thereisno good reason, no fucking way.
I glanced from Oberon, who was clearly fighting the urge to throw me over his shoulder and carry me away, to Zarren, whose attention was so focused and absolute it was as if he was consuming me, heart, soul, everything. Everything washis.
What the hell are you going to do? I didn’t believe he’d come after you. This is a disaster.
Tell me about it.
I just did.
