Darling arched his brows. “Look, bud, I know you’re drugged out of your mind, but you are aware that Sumi’s human, right?”
Dancer shoved at Darling. “Don’t insult my female by putting her in the same class asyou.”
Jayne arched a brow. “How much crap have you given him, Syn?”
“That ain’t my drug, baby. That’s called l-o-v-e.”
Jayne scoffed. “Hauk? Love? Lorina shit.”
“It’s true. That’s why his eyes are red,” Darling said to her. “Can’t hide or denythat.”
Syn injected something into the IV.
Dancer shoved at him. “Why did you do that?”
“You need to rest.”
Dancer grabbed the front of Darling’s battlesuit. “Keep Sumi safe for me. Don’t let anyone harm her. Swear…” He passed out.
Sumi caught him against her and laid him down gently.
They all three stared at her as if she was a three-headed Gourish snake.
“What?”
Without answering her, Syn moved to check on Bastien.
Darling continued to hold Dancer’s IV.
“Jayne?” Syn called. “On my twelve, babe.”
She came over to him, leaving Sumi alone with Darling while she knelt down to assist Syn.
Bastien held his breath, trying really hard not to breathe in her perfume. “Hard” being the operative word he was also trying to not think about.
Damn his body. And damn him for having gone so long without a woman that being this close to one was practically killing him.
Trying to distract himself any way he could, Bastien focused on what Darling and Sumi were talking about.
“So what did you name your son?” she asked.
“Cezar.”
“Congratulations. I know Dancer will be thrilled to meet him.”
Darling shook his head. “And he lets you call him Dancer, too… damn. He really must love you.”
“It’s a beautiful name,” she said defensively.
He scoffed. “Says the woman who didn’t have to go to school or into League training with it. Take it from someone named Darling, it’s been a constant source of agony for him the whole of his life.”
Sumi paled. “I-I didn’t mean to hurt him with it.”
Darling covered her hand with his. “Trust me, given the way you say it, he doesn’t mind. If he did, he’d stop you. Tolerance isnotone of his virtues.”
Bastien would definitely agree with that statement. He had yet to meet an Andarion with much tolerance for anything.
“Little Sumi?”
