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The weight of my revelations, the gravity of our situation, it was all catching up to him.
“What does he know about me?” Kuana’s voice was barely above a whisper, his expression guarded.
“Nothing,” I replied, a little confused. “Why would he? All he knows is that there’s another prisoner I need to extract. I’ve kept your identity a secret.”
A sigh escaped him. “Ikhax is a dirty snalak. He’ll double-cross you in a heartbeat.”
“That’s a risk I had to take. For us.” I stressed, trying to make him understand. “He’s expecting confidential information in return, but it’s not something that will tell him much. I don’t fully understand what happened anyway.”
Kuana ran his fingers through his hair, a conflicted expression on his face. “Violet, this is all so… convoluted.”
“Love is complicated,” I murmured. “But it’s worth fighting for.”
Kuana looked deep into my eyes. “And if Ikhax double-crosses us?”
“We’ll deal with it,” I said with determination. “But it’s our best shot, Kuana. Unless you have a backup spaceship stashed somewhere?”
He chuckled softly. “If only.”
For a few minutes, we sat in silence, lost in our thoughts.
The weight of our decisions, the risks we were taking — it was a lot to process.
But as I nestled closer to Kuana, I realized something.
We were in this together.
Every twist, every turn, every danger — we’d face it hand in hand.
“You really believe we can do this?” Kuana asked, breaking the silence.
“I do,” I replied, my voice filled with conviction. “I believe in us.”
Kuana took a deep breath, his eyes filled with resolve. “All right, Violet. I trust you. We’ll go with your plan.”
“But?”
“But I don’t trust Ikhax. Not for a second. We need to be prepared for anything.”
I nodded. “Agreed.”
We trusted each other implicitly, and that was our greatest strength.
But as for Ikhax, trust was a luxury we couldn’t afford.
* * *
The dim, dusty room had an odd smell, like rust and old metal.
Last time I was here, Ikhax’s cooking must have covered up the worst of the stink.
I sat on the uncomfortable chair, my back straight and head held high, waiting for him.
Every time I faced him, my heart raced, not from attraction or admiration, but from sheer wariness.
Finally, the door swung open, and in strode Ikhax, his tall figure towering over me, his cold eyes assessing every move I made.
“Violet,” he greeted with a nod, as he took a seat opposite me.
