The male’s fists clenched,
and sharp spines erupted from his knuckles. Torin’s eyes widened. Someone was
feeling threatened. This male was a hybrid. So, who’s young was this?
Raiden staggered to a
halt. “Laken?”
Well, at least, Raiden
was no longer focused on him.
“Oh, holy shit,” Dayo
whispered.
Torin sounded the name
out in his head. Laken. He liked it. He also liked everyone was ignoring him
and hadn’t seemed to notice he was conscious.
“What the hell?” Raiden swore loudly at Laken. “Get away from that
fucker. You know what he did to Dayo.”
How many times was he going to have to explain that? If it hadn’t been
him, it would’ve been another Blishue. They wouldn’t have gone nearly as easy
on Dayo as Torin had, although he understood Raiden’s anger. If someone had whipped
this vision of beauty before him, he’d—wait. What?
Neo pressed his comm. “Raiden, you will not take another step toward
the Blishue. As your king consort, I have spoken. Stand down. Now.”
Raiden gawked at Neo.
So maybe Torin would avoid the airlock after all.
The door to Medical swished open again, and Hamza stormed inside. “What
in the ever-loving hell is going on?”
“Glad you got here so fast.” Neo smirked. “It seems that destiny—or whatever you want to call
it, love—well, it might be a little late to the party, but it’s finally arrived
for Laken.”
Raiden roared.
No doubt about it. Torin
was airlock bound.
