After a brief moment of hesitation, Lainey nodded, clearly confirming whatever suspicions Crystal had.
The blonde looked worried, but then sighed and gave her a soft smile of reassurance that made Lainey feel a little better.
“I will,” Lainey whispered back.
That was, if Kirov ever gave her another chance.
* * *
The afternoon cameand went before night settled in, the darkness casting shadows across the floor of her room.
Lainey stared at them. As they deepened and stretched, she wanted to cry because they meant that Kirov wasn’t coming back.
He’d probably left for Troxva hours ago.
She’d driven him away, just like everyone else in her life. And she was the only one to blame.
Maybe I can get a message to him,she thought, trying to figure out what to do. But would he get in trouble with Vaxa’an? Would the Prime Leader suspect something if she demanded to speak with Kirov?
Lainey was running her fingers over the metal sphere Kirov had given her. It had become a kind of stress reliever for her when she wasn’t using it as sun protection. When she wasn’t pretending to play the piano on stone window ledges or balconies, she usually had the ball in her hands, tossing it back and forth, giving her fingers something to do.
A distant sound met her ears. Just a slight sound, but it made her heart stop in her chest.
When she was certain that it was a hovercraft, Lainey flew to the open window, listening.
She heard the hovercraft land further down the terrace and she gasped, knowing that it was Kirov.
Would he come see her? Or was he just there to pack up his things and leave?
Determination went through her. No, she needed to take action. She wouldn’t wait for him.Shewould go tohim, for once.
Tossing her ball back onto the bed, she turned to the window and as quietly as possible, she tried to pull herself up, her arms straining and shaking.
I seriously need to lift some weights, she thought, huffing.
After a very ungraceful shimmying motion and more than a few quiet expletives, she’d managed to sit on the ledge and swing her legs through. And then, she jumped down softly, her bare feet hardly making a sound.
Lainey paused, listening for movement inside the house, wondering if Vixron would catch her.
When she heard nothing, she made her way through the alley and rounded the back of the house before following the path that Kirov had taken when he’d snuck her out.
Soon, she was at Kirov’s house and she tip-toed down the alley she knew well, the one she’d been in when she’d watched Kirov masturbating through the window.
She went to that same window and with bated breath, she peered inside.
He was there, crouched over a chest against the wall, sorting through it.
Dizzying relief made her knees shake and without another moment of hesitation, she tapped her fingernail on the window.
Kirov straightened and spun around.
When their eyes connected through the glass, his expression shifted, tightening, and Lainey swallowed, nervous.
After their argument the previous night, after how Lainey had left him on the balcony, she wouldn’t be surprised if he never wanted to see her again.
Please. Please open the window. Let me talk to you, let me apologize, let me explain.
Again, relief swarmed through her when he walked over the window, his magnificent body shifting and moving. Lainey’s eyes drank him in, every step he took towards her tightening her belly. She felt like she’d been starved for him. She could just…watch him all day.
