Page 135 of Rok's Captive
“But Jacqui?—”
“Made her choice,” Rok interrupts, his mental voice firm. “As you made yours. Both choices came from the same place.” He taps his chest, where a human heart would be.
Tears well up in my eyes at his simple wisdom.
“How did you get so wise?” I ask, attempting a smile through my tears.
“Not wise,” Rok projects with a mental shrug, even as his fingers gently push away my tears, still clearly distressed by the sight of them. “Only existing for many cycles. One learns, or one does not survive the dust.”
I move closer to him, seeking his warmth as the night chill begins to settle around us. He lifts his arm in silent invitation, and I tuck myself against his side, feeling the steady rhythm of his breathing. All along where our skin touches sends a nice comforting buzz through my veins.
“Tell me about your sister-female,” Rok projects after a while.
The request surprises me, but as I begin telling him about Jacqui, of how brave she is and how happy I am that she’s my sister, I realize it’s exactly what I need—to remember Jacqui not as someone lost, but as someone whole and real and alive.
“She’s my little sister.” The memories flow more easily than I expected. “Always been the responsible one. The planner. But fun, too. Jacqui is the type of girl who has her head on her shoulders but still knows how to loosen up and enjoy life.”
Rok’s confusion ripples through our link. “Head on shoulders? Where else would the head be?” A brief image flashes from his mind—some terrible creature with a misplaced head.
I can’t help but laugh, the sound echoing off the cave walls. “It’s just an expression. It means she’s sensible. She thinks things through.”
His mental voice carries a hint of amusement. “All Drakav keep their heads on their shoulders. Those who do not…do not live long.”
I chuckle again before telling him more. Like about the time Jacqui dove into a lake to rescue me when I fell out of a canoe before we could swim properly and how we nearly drowned. The concept of so much water surprises him. I smile, continuing to tell him about the way Jacqui always, always put others before herself.
“She sounds like a good leader,” Rok observes. “Like Kol.”
The comparison startles another laugh from me. “Yeah, I guess she is. Practical. Reliable.” I swallow hard. “Stubborn as hell once she sets her mind to something.”
“Like you,” Rok projects, amusement coloring his thoughts.
“Like me,” I agree. “Though she’d hate to admit it.”
As I talk, the weight on my chest seems to lighten somewhat. Not disappear—it won’t until I know Jacqui is safe—but become more bearable. Rok listens with that intense focus I’ve come to cherish, his mind open to mine, absorbing every detail, every emotion.
“When we find her,” I send the thought to him, “I think she will like you.”
He grunts, and it makes me smile.
My very wild, unpredictable, dangerous alien.
Mine.
I stare at him now, the reality of it all coming down to settle around me.
“The Xyma,” I project. “They’re the beings that left us here. And…they haven’t come looking for us. It’s been weeks. Maybe they think we’re dead, or maybe they just…decided we weren’t worth the trouble.”
The reality of our situation has been slowly crystallizing in my mind ever since we found the others. The transport isn’t going anywhere. No rescue ships have appeared in the sky. We are stranded on this planet.
“If no one comes for us,” I continue slowly, “we have to build a life here…” I stop, swallowing hard. “I want to stay with you.”
Even as I say the words, something tugs at my chest. The thought of leaving without Rok…and then I realize, I hadn’t really thought of leaving at all.
Rok shifts, turning to face me fully, his golden eyes intense as his glow pushes away the darkness.
“You are mine,” he projects, the possessiveness in his mental voice sending a shiver down my spine. As if the thought never occurred to him that I wouldn’t stay.
And I guess I’m not going anywhere.
