Chapter Thirty-One
They would need a new punching bag. Sand spilled out of the current bag that Pakua’s fist pummeled. His body dripped with sweat. His knuckles were bruised. His hearts were so weighted that they resided in his gut.
Yehfe kept the link between them open and transparent, but Pakua had difficulty maintaining the connection. He vacillated between watching his brother’s every move outside of the ship to shutting his eyes and the link.
He hated the vulnerability he felt at being put into this situation. Anything could happen to his brother, which would lead him to madness. At least these worries distracted him from thoughts of their mate.
Pakua opened himself up to Beulah. He saw her now, resting in Yehfe’s berth. She was curled up in his sheets. Her head was turned into hi
