She clasped my shoulder, her eyes scanning my face as if searching for something. There was concern etched on her features. “Of course,” she replied gently. “Go and enjoy yourself. We will continue our work tomorrow.”
“Have a nice night.”
“You too, dear.” She released me and turned her attention to her tablet, resuming her work.
Slowly, I turned to leave, glancing back once more to see him watching me leave, his amber eyes gleaming softly in the dim light of the tank. It was an image that would haunt me, tugging at my heartstrings and reminding me of the commitment I had made.
I would find a way to free Ky’rn. It was the only thing I could do for him now.
CHAPTERSEVEN
KY’RN
As Isla disappeared through the doors, leaving me alone with her mentor, a sense of unease settled over me. She was my only chance for freedom, my connection to the outside world, and now she was gone.
The tank felt cold once again, void of her vibrant presence.
I admired Isla’s radiance. Her essence shone like the sun’s rays dancing on the surface of the ocean. There was a purity to her mind, a lightness that contrasted with the darkness lurking in the depths of her thoughts. I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to her story, a hidden pain that resided in the shadows.
My attention shifted to her mentor, who offered me a soft smile and extended her hand toward me again. I dismissed her gesture this time, too, uninterested in engaging with anyone except my Isla.
If Isla didn’t fully trust her mentor, then neither would I. I couldn’t afford to make any mistakes, to ignore the warning signs that surrounded me.
Resigned, I lowered my head beneath the surface of the water, watching as Isla’s mentor cast a disappointed gaze upon me. She retreated down the stairway, returning to her workstation and leaving me alone in the quiet tank.
I began to swim around the perimeter, my thoughts consumed by Isla. There was an undeniable pull, a magnetic force that drew me to her.
It was as if our destinies were intertwined, our paths colliding once again.
As soon as my fingers had contacted her pale, delicate wrist, I was ensnared once again by her enchanting presence. A rush of sensations had flooded my mind, overwhelming me with an intoxicating mix of desire and admiration. Every nerve in my body seemed to pulse with electricity as I struggled to comprehend what was happening to me…
It would’ve been so easy for me to release her, to overpower her, to yank her into the tank and end her life.
But her touch had been like a drug, addicting and impossible to resist. In that moment, I had felt completely under her spell, helpless but content in her captivating grasp.
Not that I wanted to.
I couldn’t explain the intense attraction I felt toward her. Maybe it was just a chemical reaction, or perhaps it was something deeper and more primal.
An inexplicable pull emanated from her, drawing me in and igniting a primal desire to possess her. Every nerve in my body screamed for me to take her, to claim her as my own, to fiercely protect her from anyone else’s grasp. The intensity of this instinct was overwhelming and consumed me completely.
As I rubbed my fingers together, I could still feel the searing electricity coursing through me, the lingering sensation from where our skin met. Every touch from her was like a jolt of reality, confirming that the intense connection we shared on that fateful night was no figment of my imagination. It was an undeniable force pulling us together, leaving me desperate for more.
Each time our bodies had touched, a strange sensation coursed through me. Her skin was like nothing I had ever felt before, soft and smooth yet unfamiliar.
Was there something about her that made my body react this way? Was it some chemical or pheromone she emitted that caused this intense reaction?
Either way, I couldn’t deny the intense reaction my body had to her skin. It left me feeling conflicted and unsure of what to do next.
I had always prided myself on my ability to lead my people and keep them safe, even in the face of defeat. But I’ve never experienced this reaction with other humans or females that I’ve encountered.
Why was my entire being responding to Isla in this way? My body, mind, heart and soul were all affected by her presence.
She seemed to be designed specifically for me, drawing me toward her and igniting all of my senses as if I were tracking prey.
I frowned as a pang of regret tugged at my heart. If only our meeting had occurred under different circumstances, in a world where our connection could flourish without the weight of secrecy and uncertainty. It seemed unfair that fate had brought us together in this complex web of intergalactic politics and human intrigue.
Yet, even in the midst of it all, Isla had shown me a glimmer of hope. She had treated me as an equal, a being worthy of respect and understanding. Her genuine care and consideration had touched my soul, leaving a lasting imprint.
