I took some relief in the knowledge she was my fated mate.
And what kind of fated mate would run off with another male?
One who didn’t know she was a fated mate…
No!
That was an impossibility.
I came to a stop, an even worse idea coming to me:
What if another male forced her?
What if another male, disheartened by his own female mate, had grabbed her, dragged her into his suite, and had his way with her?
The blood drained from my face.
Suddenly, every other male in the Facility became a threat.
I had assumed they would all be as obsessed with their mate the same way I was…
But maybe not.
They weren’t all fated mates, after all.
I peered up at the security devices in each corner of the cafeteria.
I would check with security, I decided.
They would have recordings of what had happened to her.
They were holographic recordings, capable of projecting scenes and playing back in full 3D.
You could walk amongst the holographic images and get a good view of the scene.
I began to march towards the security room when I overheard a conversation at a nearby table:
“I’m stuffed!” a deep-voiced male Jiilar said.
“Not too full, I hope,” his mate said, leaning over and pressing her hand to his belly. “I’m not finished with you yet.”
She buried her lips on his and kissed him deeply.
The scene reminded me of Beth and I missed her deeply already.
As the couple got up and moved back toward their suite, another thought occurred to me:
After Beth finished her meal, she would, naturally, head back to our suite.
She would wind her way through the hallways…
But I would have seen her, I thought.
I would have bumped into her along the way.
Except the facility was like a maze.
There were as many ways to get somewhere as there were corridors to take you there.