Valtor

Chapter 6

”Time to rise chicky! “ I hear a woman clap her hands together and plop down on the bed next to me. 
I groan.
It’s Camilla, she is dressed in a leather sleeveless v neck that is black and brown with slits all the way up the hips on both sides, exposing her thigh straps loaded with a variety of knifes. Her boots go past the knee and form to her feet elegantly. Her hair is tied back in a braid, similar to the one Hail had warn the day prior. Interesting.
“Come on! You've got to get dressed. We all have the same thing on and we look like warrior bad asses.” She has too much excitement in her voice for my morning ears.
I sit up and groan.
“Damn, you and Valtor must have had fun last night. We heard you going at it for hours. He told us to let you sleep for a while longer and sent me to come get you.” she wiggles her eyebrows at me playfully.
“So tell me was it good?” I see genuine curiosity in her gaze. I roll my eyes at her. 
“Go away Camilla, please.” I add the please as if I almost forgot. She waives her hands in surrender and winks before she leaves.
“Meet us in the prep area!” she yells out from down the hall. 
I roll out of bed. I feel like I got almost no sleep. Im exhausted but at least I got my shower…
I hurry up to get dressed. This out fit is sexy and mostly practical. The only things impractical is the v neck and the fact that there is no underwear. Im wondering if that was intentional or not. The twins are secured but the exposure is a bit much. I lace up my black boots and finish it off with a brown fur cloak. My hair is naturally wavy and long so I'll leave it in peace. After getting ready I'm feeling a whole lot better but super nervous about the journey ahead. The knife holster on my thighs helps my nerves and makes me look like I'm some kind of assassin in the shadows. 
After admiring the outfit and pretending to know how to box, throwing puches to the air by myself in the bedroom… I walk into the meal prep room and Camilla waves me over. My eyes scan over the group looking for Valtor. I don't see him, I let out a nervous breath. 
The smell of food distracts me and my stomach growls on cue. I’m starving. Lana and Rose seem to be in a deep conversation as they eat their breakfast. Camilla, Hazel, and I sit together. The breakfast looks like green eggs and green ham, like from that Dr Seuss book. I always thought Sam was a grouch but I can see his point of view now. 
I pick up the fork and try the eggs first. They feel like eggs but they taste like pecan pie, I love pecan pie. I try the ham next and it literally melts in my mouth and tastes like mint chocolate chip ice cream. It’s very strange but good enough to eat and have seconds. 
I look to Camilla and Hazel asking,”Where is Valtor?”
Hazel looks uncomfortable but I’m starting to think that may just be just how she is.
Camilla speaks up,“Hail said he left to get the ship ready, I think he is worried about Valtor. Every time he comes around, Hail seems to be on edge. I think he is picking something up with his mind-reading thing he does.” She looks me over and adds,”Honey you must have really messed him up.” And winks with a playful smile.
I awkwardly laugh it off. 
My mind spins with questions and worry for Valtor. I hope he is okay. Last night got out of control. Flashes of our bodies finding pleasure with one another countless times reels in my head like a movie on repeat. I have never acted so wantonly. Something about him draws me to him like a positive and negative magnet. When we touch I feel connected to him in a way I’ve never felt with anyone before. It seems crazy but I feel like we were made for each other. Star crossed soulmates, how cliche is that?
Lana and Rose join our group again and we make small talk for a little while longer. The women all seem to be on edge and nervous like me. I’m glad I’m not the only one. 
Hail gathers the group and leads us to the same loading dock we came in at. We head toward a ship that looks big enough to shuttle about fifty people. It looks a lot like a military combat airplane but it’s a spaceship. 
All of the women are escorted on by their protectors. Except me, of course. I follow suit anyway and watch the others get seated and belted into their seats. I think I got it right, well mostly. The last waist strap is missing a clasp so I decide to tie it. I buckled like five other straps down so I’m not going anywhere. 
Valtor is still nowhere to be seen and it’s starting to piss me off. I feel like I just got delt the worst kind of rejection. 
Speaking of the devil I hear him yell from the cockpit.. 
“We are about to lift off! Hail help me pilot and work the communications. We have a spot reserved so this should go smoothly.”
I stretch my neck out to see him but it’s no good. My heart sinks, I hope it won’t continue to be like this. I know he is probably avoiding me because he lost control. Then another thought crosses my mind, maybe it’s not that serious at all. I mean we just met and maybe he got what he wanted and he is done with me now. I slouch at the thought and embrace myself for comfort.
A sharp pain hits me and anger penetrates my mind. I recognize it as the beast. Then as quick as it came, it left. The feeling of that connection coming and going like that made my heart feel ripped apart. Unsolicited tears start rolling down my face.
I hope this travel down to the surface is quick and easy and nothing unexpected comes up.