Torin wasn’t sure if this starship’s Medical was where Neo practiced,
but he was still a doctor, and as such, he’d bet his favorite blade that Neo’s
instinct as a doctor said not to let Raiden get any closer. Torin
wholeheartedly agreed.
“Let me go.”
“Nope. I don’t know what’s going on with you, but you’re close enough.”
“I….”
It sounded as if Raiden shook his arm, like maybe he was trying to get
Neo to let go.
“Again, nope. You need to get ahold of yourself.”
The door to Medical swished open again, and someone new hurried inside.
This place had more traffic than a space station.
“Shit, has Raiden been by—oh thank the gods. You caught him. Raiden?
What the hell are you doing?”
Torin recognized that voice too. Just what he didn’t need in there with
him: Raiden and Dayo.
“I’d like an answer to that also,” Neo said.
Torin had a pretty good idea what Raiden was doing.
A low growl sounded. “That looks like—”
“Oh no. It can’t be—”
“Torin!” Raiden bellowed. “That’s the fucking Blishue who beat Dayo.
Son of a bitch, it’s that fucker! I’m going to kill the bastard.”
There was a “pounding” sensation in his chest, his breathing spiked,
and his muscles warmed as blood flow increased. Suddenly all his limbs
responded and he control of his body finally. Amazing what a high-pressure
situation and adrenaline could do.
“Dammit, Raiden, stop!” Neo yelled.
Torin’s eyes popped open.
“You will come no closer!”
Surprised by the possessiveness in the voice, Torin jerked his gaze to the male standing nearest his bed.
