CHAPTER 9
PERRIGAULPerrigaul stood abruptly. He needed air.
“I must speak with Vasha,” he announced, leaving before Miriam could distract him with her questions or her lips or her… herself.
He ran a hand over his face, attempting to scrub her scent from his nostrils. His foot throbbed, distracting him from the tightness in his pants. The cabin was far too small to share. He’d sleep on the floor. Better yet, he’d sleep in the corridor.
He eyed a flowering vine that seemed to follow him as he passed.
Perhaps not. Knowing Vasha, the plants would actively try to poison him if he slept in the corridor.
Perhaps he could find a place to rest with the cargo.
He checked the supplies Vasha purchased against the requisition list. The contents seemed to be in order. Amidst the supply crates, he
