And that just made her feel all the more isolated and lonely.
27
June 23, 2012
Simi sat on akri-Styxx’s bedroll in his tent, waiting patiently for him to feed his animals and return inside. She shouldn’t be here with akri’s twin brother, but given the way she’d treated him before, she had to come back and apologize.
Styxx wasn’t the awful monster man she’d thought him to be. And he was akri’s twin. Family was important.
Even family they was sometimes mad at.
The moment Styxx returned inside his tent, he froze. Not that she blamed him. The last time she’d met akri’s copy had been terrible. She’d been furious because akri-copy had hurt her akri.
He’d stabbed her akri in the heart and almost kilted him.
So, she’d done what she was supposed to. She’d made akri-Copy pay, only to learn that things weren’t always what she thought.
There had been a lot more to akri-Styxx than just bad actions. He actually loved her akri enough to risk his life for him. He’d gone and saved akri’s wife and almost gotten kilted by the bad Daimons.
All to help a brother who was mad at him.
That made her feel terrible for what she’d done, and she wanted to make it up to akri-copy.
Though the suspicion in his steely blue eyes said that it might not be possible. He was very cautious about Simi and why she’d come.
Moving as slowly as he could, he put his hand on the .38 he kept in a holster at the base of his spine which she found amusing. A human weapon wouldn’t hurt her. It’d only make her very angry.
Akri even more so.
So, she smiled, trying to make him understand that she had no intention of harming him. “Hello, akri-copy.”
His gaze narrowed on her. “What do you want?”
Feeling awful, she sighed heavily. “The Simi come to say she sorry for what she did to you. But see, you hurt my akri and the Simi loves her akri so anyone who attacks her akri gets eat, even those who look like akri, see?”
His expression said that he didn’t.
She stood up.
Akri-copy immediately backed away.
Well, this was just awful. He wasn’t really listening. He was too busy being scared. Akri was right. She needed to think more before she acted.
Cocking her head, Simi frowned. “You look so strange like that. Why you wear eye makeup, akri-copy?”
He shrugged. “Protects my eyes from the sun.”
“That’s why you gets sunglasses, silly. Don’t nobody tell you that?” She bent down and picked up her red heart-shaped backpack that had black demon wings spanning out from it. She wrinkled her nose at him. “Itn’t it cute? Akra-Danger gived it to me at Christmas. Now less see …” She rummaged around until she pulled out a bottle of barbecue sauce with a ribbon tied around it. “Happy birthday, akri-copy!”
When he didn’t move to take it, her smile faded. She stepped toward him, and he quickly took two steps back.
Her shoulders and wings dropped as she pouted. “Why you so skittish of the Simi?”
“I don’t know. Call me stupid, but the last time we met, you killed me.”
Her wings drooped even more as shame and regret filled her heart. “I know. It was wrong to do that to you. But that was before you saved akri and akra-Tory and gave Baby Bas his horse he loves to play with. So, the Simi glad you didn’t stay dead, and the Simi promises I won’t kill you again. Friends?”
He gave her an incredulous stare.
