Wes's POV
"Well?" The king asks as I walk back towards them leaning against the car.
I pass him back the phone, only half satisfied with the call.
"My father has sent her on meetings.... with three guards" I sigh, Jiren's reassurances quickly wearing thin.
"So she is safe then?" he asks, brow scrunched as he looks over my feet, still pacing.
"So he says" I reply, rolling out my neck and shoulders as I continue to pace, continue to try reasoning with Ryker when... when I feel the same.
'We should be there'
'It is our job, not theirs, to protect her'
'She is ours'
'rogues'
'enemy territory'
'Meetings go wrong...'
"Ahhhhhh" I scream into the air before throwing my face back down into my hands. The yearning to just turn around and run home is near overwhelming, my feet ready to mo
