Chapter 15
RenAfter a meal, Emmarae selected a film to watch. He barely followed the plot or the actor flickers in the holographic projector’s light. He watched his mate, studying her half-laugh, which sounded more like a swallow-chortle than laughter. When Mittens joined them, Emmarae unfolded her legs to make a lap for the feline. Her fingers stroked Mitten’s fur around the ears the way the feline enjoyed.
Mostly he focused on his mate, waiting for the moment she’d glance his way and smile. Scarring twisted her lips, but that was not her true smile. She smiled with her eyes. The corners wrinkled and her dark eyes shone.
Beautiful.
At some point, she laid her head on his lap. Eventually, she slept.
He let the film run its course, content to listen to his mate breathing.
EmryA warm,
