Meelon was waiting for him when Tolo entered the weapons room. Sienna lay, sound asleep and curled in a semi-fetal position, across the Troget’s lower abdomen. No words passed between them as Tolo gently lifted the unconscious form into his arms and left.
Sienna didn’t react or awaken during the time he carried to her cabin. The door automatically opened when he approached, and he went inside. Placing her on the bed, he lightly lifted aside the stray strands of chestnut-colored hair that had fallen across her face. Her breathing remained shallow.
Tolo remained standing there for an undetermined length of time, all the while watching her sleep. He took in the soft curves of her body as his arms remembered how firm she’d felt. How warm and pliant she was. The urge to crawl onto the bed nex
