Vox’s fist clenched and unclenched as he fought the urge to kill the Valdier warrior who was casting him sympathetic looks as they stood next to the transporter platform. When Riley had shown up at the departure tube with at least twenty warriors following behind her, he had been furious. He wasn’t furious by the sight of twenty of his best warriors glued to her every word. He wasn’t even furious with the way she clung to Cross, though he figured that would come later. No, he was furious at the ease with which she looked through him as if he didn’t even exist.
He calmed a little when he realized it was a ruse. He could smell her hurt and see the slight tremor in her hand when she reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. He knew the other males could smell her hurt, as well, and
