“I went for a street run this morning like I sometimes do, and I don’t know how to describe it there was this eerie quiet on the face of every Psy I passed.” “My guess-something’s up with the Psy,” Jem said. “You two have any idea what’s happening?” he asked.
“No.” Grabbing a seat, he turned toward the monitors as Alexei’s and Jem’s feeds came online. Indigo swigged half of it before saying, “I shall deal with you later,” in an ominous tone stripped of its menace by a jaw-cracking yawn. “Don’t tell me your boy toy isn’t treating you right,” he said as he handed the coffee over. Riaz had offered to handle the latter, but Indigo had wanted to personally judge their progress since a couple were edging toward full soldier status. Putting down his mug, Riaz poured her a cup from the carafe on the table, aware the other lieutenant had worked until nightfall with Felix’s team, then returned to supervise her novices in a night training exercise. “Is that coffee?” Indigo groaned as she walked in behind him.
“Go on.” A quick kiss, the warmth of her lips still with him when he walked into the conference room a few minutes later. I’m guessing whatever it is, the seniors will all be briefed soon as we’re done.” “I hope it’s not another attack,” she said, eyes of blue-violet dark with worry.Ĭupping her cheek, he pressed his forehead to her own for a single, precious moment. Dashing into the shower, he walked out to find she’d scared up a cup of coffee for him. He didn’t want to go, wanted to love Adria sweet and slow, show her who she was to him, but he was a lieutenant as she was a senior soldier. “Yes, it is.” He went to say something else, but the comm beeped, Riley summoning him to an urgent lieutenant meeting. She ran her own hand up his chest and around to his nape, petting him with the same affectionate laziness, her smile growing deeper. Leaning down, he nibbled at her lower lip in a playful kiss, one hand splayed over her rib cage, his other arm braced above her head. His not-so-tough soldier had had a shock, too.
He felt like he’d been punched all over again, but he told himself to be patient. “Morning.” A faint smile, the caution hidden but present. “Good morning,” he said, brushing aside the inky strands of hair that clung to Adria’s cheek. “Tatiana, I see you’ve heard about the attack.”ĪFTER A NIGHT spent curled around the woman who had healed something broken in him, then held him as the wound tore open again, Riaz woke with his world back in focus. A second later, he teleported into another room on another continent.
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