This had to be some sort of trap. He was being too kind, too understanding. He had to have some sort of hidden agenda. Was being bonded with me a lie, designed to placate me?
I backed away.
Was it compulsion? A result of our accidental courting bond? Or was it some unknown ability his species had?
“Selena... I don’t know how else to explain it to you. My sworn duty as the Master Scholar on this ship is to aid any species we come across in our travels. I would fail in my sworn duty if I didn’t care for you properly.”
That was reasonable. Hesoundedreasonable...
My health was important because it was part of his job. And if he wasn’t lying about the court bond, shouldn’t that keep him from harming me? I mean... so far, the only thing he had insisted on was learning how best to help me. Tounderstand what was necessary for my health, to meet my needs...
“You should not be out of bed yet with your injuries, and you must be hungry,”he prodded gently. “If youreturn to bed and eat some of the food I brought you, I promise to answer your questions. I need to check the progress of your healing.”
I turned too quickly to face him and grimaced at the wave of pain and fatigue that nearly caused my knees to buckle. I wasn’t at full strength. I knew this. Perhaps I should listen to him, allow him to take care of me. I felt a flutter in my chest at the thought of him taking care of me.
My stomach growled, and I clapped my hands over it in embarrassment. My body needed food and rest, and I needed to listen to it—and him.
“Are you all right? Let me assist you.”Xylo’s mental voice was full of panic.
“Please,”I replied and held out a hand, then continued in a distressed voice,“I’ll eat. But I still need answers.”
As Xylo crossed to me, I noticed the height difference. He was considerably taller—my head would barely reach his chin. Up close, I could see more detail in the patterns along his body. They were a magnificent sight. The light reflecting off his scales made it look like stars flickered among the galaxies and nebulas—almost like there was a picture of space tattooed there. The deep green moss along his shoulders appeared soft to touch, and I wondered at its functionality.
Xylo reached me and scooped me into his arms. His vines wrapped around my torso and legs, cradling me against his chest. I took a deep breath; he had a sweet herbal scent laced with a medicinal tang. It was calming. I rested my head on his chest, unable to resist rubbing my cheek against the baby-soft fuzz covering it. I closed my eyes as a sense of comfort and safety washed over me. His body felt cool to the touch butwasn’t uncomfortable—like splashing water on my face after a hard test session.
Xylo carried me to the bed. I opened my eyes when I felt the vines unwrap and watched in fascination as they pulled down the white blanket, allowing him to place me back in bed. Xylo gave me a wry smile as his vines pulled the blanket over my lap, then used his hands to help me to a comfortable sitting position.
“Better?”
I nodded.
“Now, let us get some food in you.”
I returned his smile and felt a blush heating my cheeks.“Sounds like a plan.”I couldn’t believe someone so gorgeous was being so kind and caring of me.
Xylo walked around the bed and grabbed the tray on the table, placing it on my lap. He showed me the different finger foods he’d gathered—dried meat, dried fruit, and nuts—and I watched as he crossed to the drink dispenser and explained the various hot and cold beverages available. I settled on a sampler of Xylo’s favorite hot teas and chilled juices.
I enjoyed listening to his deep voice and appreciated the time he took explaining things to me—especially when he picked up the scanner from the table and checked my readings. The soothing stroke of his voice in my mind calmed my nerves.
He described the bracelets' purpose on my wrists—monitoring my health, sending live reports to both his and the Senior Healer’s tablets and embedded tracking to assist them in finding me if something were to happen to me on the ship. I had a feeling the main reason was for security—as if I was going to cause any problems aboard the ship.
His explanations were reasonable, and he took care to ease each of my worries. It gave me hope I’d be allowed some freedom aboard the ship once I recovered.
“Selena. I need to explain the courting bond to you, so you understand. I think it will set your mind at ease. Do you think you are well enough to try a few things?”Xylo asked gently.
“It depends what you want me to do.”
“I want you to relax and close your eyes.”He paused as I closed them.“Good. Now... try to envision your surroundings. What do you see?”
What I discovered awed me.
A faint golden thread connected me to Xylo. It was definitely new—I hadn’t seen it before. The warm feeling I’d felt earlier—when we kissed—that must have been the court bond thread connecting us...
When my dreamscape male had trained me in the use of mental shields, he’d explained mine were naturally powerful, and if we strengthened them, we could ensure most mental attacks would fail against me. We hadn’t discussed nor practiced, much beyond my shields, however. I found it both fascinating and scary to learn other psi abilities existed. I would clearly need to spend time learning more if I was to protect myself.
“Umm... I see a golden bubble surrounding me... with a faint golden thread that goes to a teal bubble... Is that you?”
“Yes! Good, Selena. That golden bubble is your mental shield. The teal bubble is mine. That golden thread? That is our new connection. That is what all Circulinestqueens have with their nestmates.”Xylo’s mental tone sounded pleased.
