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"I wouldn't say her name unless she has given it to you herself," he warned with his tainted trill beliefs.
"Good thing I'm not you, then. You'll be returning to AsunGor with me to re-earn your right to representing the unGor on Trillume. You'll have to prove your motivations are for AsunGor, and not the trill."
A bang sounded off from the lav station, that had both of our gazes staring at the door. I opened the door to see what we had both feared as a possibility. The garrant's skin was in a fleshy pile scattered around a purple creature that huffed and stared forward like it saw straight through me.
Romek hovered behind, before he pressed the button to close the door again.
"If we want to leave today, we won't open that door again," he advised.
"Sedation initiated," the AI announced. "Your results are still negative. You will be released to a representative shortly."
Wooziness made me slowly crouch to the floor as I watched Romek collapse onto the bed. The light above the lav station was blue for locked, and I swiveled to see the door that had been blue moments before towards the hallway turn red. Someone was coming for us.
I struggled to stay conscious to know who was on the other side of the door. To my relief, I saw the familiar eyes of Pheyal and Vaquel.
"You smell like shit," Vaquel joked, but he wasn't wrong.
"You said you wanted to verify his vitals, not mate with him," Pheyal teased back. Smelling a warrior ripe after an ordeal was considered an intimate experience.
I closed my eyes, but replied with a croak barely above a whisper as I yawned, "I've honored you with the first sniff."
Pheyal laughed and said, "Right you have. You're a bit more ripe than anticipated. The fact that either of us still has a nose at all is proof enough that we will be brothers beyond death."
"I haven't agreed to join his delegation—speak for yourself," Vaquel denied with a chuckle that spoke of the opposite truth. He risked his life for me, and as far as I was concerned, he was already my brother in delegation, but it wasn't a decision that was up to me.
"He's hanging on longer than expected," Pheyal said.
It was the AI that replied to him, "Yes, he seems to be fighting the sedation I gave him."
"You opened the door anyway," Vaquel noted.
"It isn't necessary for the unGor Broma to be sedated. Please confirm which of you will be transferring the unGor Romek to the arena. The other will be free to leave the Blue District with the commissioner."
Before I could ask what was happening, the heaviness inside took over.
‘Don't leave,’ I thought as my ormete ached for my mate.
"He's coming to," Vaquel stated.
"As expected of the Mad Commissioner Broma," Pheyal said with pride.
"Mad is an understatement," Vaquel grumbled. "He should know how much it cost to program the nanomeds to stop hisormete from falling out after all the effort I made to fix them to begin with."
"Based on the way he's tensed up from your statement, it seems he already knows."
"What have you done?" I demanded.
"You will bond again," Pheyal assured. "We are already catching up to the necia ship as we speak."
"And she'll appreciate that you don't smell like rot," Vaquel added.
I groaned as I sat up, and the clear absence of her essence was disturbingly pain free. They'd made me sleep through the worst of it.
"I've never seen anyone hang on to a rejected bond so long when you can simply try again." Vaquel didn't understand.
"I thought you had mated with a trill?" He should know.
"Do not remind him," Pheyal warned, but I had already noticed the way Vaquel turned his attention fastidiously to arranging vials that did not need arranging.
