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“Fates. I was out of it.” Her cheek flushed with a pink pigment. “I don’t normally sleep like that. It’s…not wise.”
His female wasn’t accustomed to other beings protecting her.
“You’re repairing.” He lifted her fist to his lips and kissed her knuckles one by one, from her pinkie to her index finger.
She tasted of salt and of a war she had been fighting on her own.
Until he arrived.
She wasn’t alone now. And she would never be solitary again.
He released her. “You’re safe.” He repeated that assurance as he assisted her with donning the flight suit. “I wouldn’t allow anyone to damage you.”
“I met you less than a planet rotation ago.” She continued to view him with suspicion.
But she was allowing him to touch her. That was an act of trust she wouldn’t have tolerated when they first met.
He would overcome her wariness. Eventually. “You could have met me a heartbeat ago and I would still protect you.” He leaned forward and pressed his lips against her forehead. “You’re mine.”
“I belong to myself.” She scowled.
Frag. She was adorable.
Drift swallowed his amusement. There was a 68.2356 probability his female wouldn’t appreciate it. And he changed the subject. “I’m contacting my captain. Do you want to participate in that communication?”
“No.” His female rolled her eyes. “Why would I participate in it? The being is your captain.”
As his genetic match, she had the right to participate in any communication he was a part of.
But she wasn’t ready for that step yet.
And Drift wouldn’t push his defiant female. He’d progress with their bond at her pace.
“I’ll do all the communicating.” He returned to the captain’s chair. Alone. “Reach out and touch me if you have a question or comment and I’ll mute us.”
“You want me to be present when you talk to your captain?” She lifted her eyebrows.
“I want you to be by my side always.” He would keep no secrets from his female.
“Will your captain be able to see me?” She touched her head. “Fates.” She removed her hand and stared at her palm. Then she touched her head again. “I have hair.” A brilliant smile lit up her gorgeous face, and Drift’s visual system almost went down. That was how stunning she was. “I have my own hair. It’s growing back.”
Her smooth scalp must not have been a choice.
“Your hair is growing back.” His voice was gruff with emotion. There was a 95.1442 percent probability her lack of hair had been a result of her damage. “And no, my captain won’t be able to see you.”
He would restrict the footage to his image alone.
“I have hair again.” She ran her fingers over the fuzz.
He smiled. “You will always have hair. If you wish to have it.” If she wanted to shave her head, he’d support that choice also.
“Because fucking you healed me.” One of her hands shifted to her cloth-covered stomach. “You shared some of your…”
“Nanocybotics.” He supplied the word.
“You shared some of your nanocybotics with me.” She tilted her head. “And now, I’m not in pain. The tumors feel like they’re gone.”
Tumors. His lips flattened. Frag. She must have been in agony.
