“Never forgot,” Stron said.
“You should not forget that bold hair,” Khalzin said.
There was much more to her to remember than just the hair.
Guards surrounded them as they were escorted across the platform to Stron and Khalzin.
They got closer, and he couldn’t take his eyes off of Adryel. Her bright hair danced around her face like a fiery halo, and the very elemental draw he felt grew by the moment.
Which left Stron puzzled.
Why did he feel this? Especially so strongly for the independent female.
“Oh it’s you,” she said, low, that only he could hear.
“Were you expecting someone else?” He asked quietly.
“I would hope that Khalzin would have more than one friend.”
“Sadly, he does not.”
She chuckled. “You’re mean.”
“I am who I am.” Stron held out his arm. “May I escort you?”
“Certainly. And that’s probably good.”
“What is?”
“That you are who you are.”
“Some days,” he said.
How did she do that? Get him so quick to say things he’d never say to anyone?
Did she have some kind of spell on him? Was it in her aura? Something that wasn’t disclosed in the dossier about the potential mates?
He needed to be careful with her, he thought as he escorted her Khalzin’s private transport. The guards stayed with the females, and when they reached the ship, the guard acted as though he was going to board with the four of them.
That would make tight seating, and truly, they were just going on a tour. Surely they would be fine without the guards for a short time. After all, what did he and Khalzin train for almost daily? Those trainings weren’t just for entertainment.
It was expected, and required, that he, like any other Gol-Vett, or higher level of Kantenan, to be proficient in combat.
Stron didn’t have to use his skills very often, but they were necessary. And he would use them.
If necessary.
Stron stopped the guard. “We have this, guard, but thank you for your service.”
The guard nodded and took up position on the platform.
The four of them got themselves situated in the ship.
“So, we truly do have you two to ourselves,” Adryel said as she sat down in one of the seats.
“Would you prefer the guards?” Janae asked as she sat down next to Adryel. Stron took the position in the copilot's seat, shifting the seat so he could see the two female’s faces.
Adryel grimaced as she shifted in the seat. “Not particularly. I've seen enough of them already.” She twisted again before she put on her own restraints. “These are so weird to sit in.”
