“Or torment you.”
Karuk raised his eyebrow. “You fought with me too. Why should I trust you now?”
“At first. During that major blow up we had was in the air lock. And that was because I was standing up with Bardon, because I didn’t witness it. I had to trust who I knew. You were a new variable.”
Karuk nodded. “And what changed?”
Resko sighed and studied his plate of the protein mush. Stirred it with his utensil, before meeting his gaze again.
“Feoa’s my cousin. She told me what you did before.”
He blinked, remembering the incident with the feuding couple he’d intervened with at the stairs. “I wasn’t aware.”
“Ran into her a few days ago, and she told me about the fight, and this Dalgurian had stopped Jovank from really hurting her this time.”
“This time?” he asked, gritting his teeth.
Resko showed his own frustration. “It’s not the first time he’s hurt her.”
“Where is he now?” Karuk asked, wondering if he needed to show Jovank how females were to be treated.
He didn’t tolerate damaging females. For any reason.
“Jovank is on a freighter back to Carix-4. Evidently, they have some charges against him. He will face that, plus whatever Feoa decides to add.”
Karuk nodded. “Is she well?”
“She is. Part of the reason I wanted to encourage you to pursue your Earthling.”
“Why?”
“Feoa is looking for a new male to entertain her. I wanted to get you out of her trajectory.”
Karuk blinked. “This is your relative you speak of?” Did he not think well of his family?
“It is.” He put down his utensils and laced his fingers together. “She’s supposed to go home to Pax. If she spends time with you, she will stay here and not return, which could aggravate her own legal issues.”
Legal issues.
Otherwise known as running from illegal activities in another star system.
“I see,” he said and took a drink of his juice.
Out of habit, he glanced at the table where the Earthlings sat.
They were shifting around, and Jenny turned and looked at him.
She met his gaze for a moment, before a quick smile spread over her face, and she turned back to her friend.
He returned his attention back to Resko just as a shadow crossed the table.
“Go speak to her,” came from the shadow.
Girrick, who was Xairian like Bardon, loomed over the table with his tray before he jerked out the chair. His purple skin was darker than others, making him seem a shade of a dark night. He dropped his tray on the third side of the table between him and Resko.
“Did you tell him?” Girrick asked.
Resko nodded.
