Page 61 of Keeping Freya
“I agree,” Aneetha says grimly.
He stands. “I will return to you once we find a suitable planet. In the meantime, is there anything you need?”
She shakes her head. “I believe we are good.”
“There are still mercenaries at the Den,” T’Rak says.
She waves him away. “They have never been able to find us, as long as nobody knows Jatar is dead, nobody will harm us.”
T’Rak’s eyes grow vacant for a second, but the conversation is over, and he rises, taking me with him.
“We will go then, thank you for taking care of my Zarra.”
Aneetha smiles at us. “It was my pleasure. Thank you for freeing us from the chains of Jatar. I hope we will meet again.”
I smile at her. “Me too.”
Goodbye is swift, and when we exit the hut, the rain has turned into a light drizzle. Two very wet cats await our arrival, and they greet me happily.
“Will we have two extra passengers, Captain?” D’Var jokes with T’Rak, who grumbles in return. I haven’t thought about what to do with the kittens. They belong in the jungle, but I hope they can come if they want to…
In the end, there is no doubt in the matter, because when we arrive at the ship and the men lower the ramp, they dart inside before us. I shrug at T’Rak, who shakes his head and leads me aboard his ship.
The ship is nothing like the Sternotheri one we traveled on before. We enter a long corridor and walk past several doors to the sliding doors at the end. They open into a sleek white room, which starts broad but turns pointier towards the end. I notice the front of the ship and am mesmerized. I walk to the end and turn around. A long white couch lines the wall, and three big captain chairs are placed in the center. The back wall holds another work station, and there are more sliding doors on my right side.
I grin when I see Begul and Tjregul already lounging on the couch.
“You were sick, Fr’Ya?” O’Rec asks me and I nod.
“It’s just a minor concussion, no big deal.”
T’Rak growls, and O’Rec chuckles. “If you would follow me to Medical, please?”
Rolling my eyes, I follow. I know there’s no arguing with T’Rak over this, so for once, I give in. I’m also tired and dirty and can’t wait to get clean.
O’Rec takes me through the sliding doors, which lead to another hallway. He walks through the first door on the left, and I follow him into a medical facility.
The sliding doors close and open with a whoosh as T’Rak follows us. He lifts me, and before I can protest, he gently lies me down on an examination table.
“Let O’Rec perform a scan, please.”
His sudden gentleness has me speechless, so I just nod.
The scan is over quickly, and apart from some dehydration and—okay—a medium concussion, I am fine. O’Rec administers some healing injections and tells me I should feel better tomorrow.
T’Rak lifts me off the table and walks out of the room with me.
“Put me down, big guy. I can walk.”
“No,” he growls. “I need you close and safe and with me.”
“Who will take care of my cats?!”
“Marra and I will look after them. You will get them back tomorrow!” O’Rec yells from behind me, and I grumble.
Before I can discuss the matter, T’Rak stops in front of another door. He puts his palm up to a scanner, and the door opens for him. With a sigh, he enters the room and slowly puts me down.
Curiously, I look around. The room is big enough but sparsely decorated. Next to the door, facing the hallway, the wall is lined with a big closet, and in front of us, placed against the windows, is an enormous bed. Everything is black, a sharp contrast with the white ship.
