5
Trist
He offered a slight bow before I left the room and moved quickly through the corridors. If anyone thought it odd I carried an unconscious female wrapped solely in a blanket through a battleship, no one said so. Wisely, no one even looked at us curiously as we passed.
They didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but my mate. How had I been upset, just a short time ago, to receive word I had been matched? Why had I not wanted this? How had I been so stupid? But I had no second. No one to protect her should anything happen to me.
I growled as I slapped my hand beside the door to my quarters, opening it. I would find a second promptly.
“Oh,” she said, her voice soft. Sweet.
“Hello, mate.” Happiness and fierce protectiveness swept through me. Mate.
She stirred, tried to wiggle out of my
