“You’ll understand my… curiosity when I was notified that you’ve ordered a new bondmate kit.”
I bite my tongue, because of course he ordered one.
He shrugs. “I wanted to know what’s in it. There’s no reason I couldn’t order it, right?”
Her eyes narrow and I am reminded that she can see better now that she’s bonded to Drift.
“You’re lying to me.”
“I am not.” Arc looks at me. “Am I lying to her?”
“He’s not.” It’s just not thewholetruth. And I think she knows it. “Does Drift have any more information about the crash?”
She scowls at me, and I don’t care that she knows I’m changing the subject. “Only that it won’t cause any major problems. The CSS is sending a crew out to help remove the wreckage. You may be asked to help keep a perimeter while they sort things out.”
The Continental Security Service could probably handle a cavrinskh attack themselves… but we can handle it better. “Just let us know.”
I hang up on her and look back at Arc.
“She’s going to come investigate if we don’t give her something to distract her.”
Arc can’t read her thoughts through the screen, and I haven’t seen that particular future, but I know he’s right.
“We’ll get Chrys settled and then we will tell her.”
He doesn’t like the answer, but he doesn’t argue with me.
The drone delivery tone echoes through the room, and Arc immediately goes to the door in the outpost wall and pulls the bin out.
He starts unloading, and I wince at the first piece of clothing that he sets on the counter.
A pair of pants that are so yellow, they hurt my eyes until my vision adjusts to them.
He shrugs. “She likes bright colors.”
“How many orders did you place?”
I expect there to be a bondmate kit in this delivery, but there isn’t.
“Five.” He lifts out a case of water and starts unloading it into the fridge. “If you think of something else, I need to get her chocolate.”
“Do humansneedchocolate?” I don’t remember that from anything I’ve ever heard or read.
Shrugging, Arc folds up the now empty bin and slides into the return slot. “Cindy thinks about it too much for it not to be…”
“Hey.”
Chrys stands in the hallway with Risk behind her. He looks like he’s waiting for her to fall.
“You’re upright.” I walk toward her, stopping before I get too close.Don’t crowd her.
I hope Arc knows the thought is a reminder for me, not him.
She weaves a little, and I motion toward the couch, relieved when she sits close to the fire.
“I needed to walk around. Lying in that bed… it felt like there were bees in my skin.”
Risk grimaces, and I make a mental note to look up what bees are.
