Page 114 of Seer Prophet

He’d gone full-blown infiltrator on me in under a minute.

I was still staring at him when a whisper of presence touched my wrist.

I heard an audible click and turned my head.

The organic cuff fell open.

I blinked, lowering my freed arm from the wall.

Turning back towards Revik, I rubbed my wrist, watching him.

He was already shoving his feet into his shoes, which he’d left near the bed. I watched him tug on the back of the deck shoe, hooking the thick cloth over his heel as he hopped on one foot. Realizing abruptly what he was doing, I sat up, climbing off the bed after him.

“Revik, wait. Baby, wait… don’t go.”

He didn’t even look at me.

I saw his jaw harden, though.

Feeling the unmistakable “stay away” vibe on his light, I ended up just standing there, watching as he flipped up the console cover to the left of the hatch, hitting through the lock sequence once he’d exposed the DNA-encoded keys.

He gave me one last hard look after he’d finished entering the code––a look I read at once, and decided to comply with, if only because I probably would have felt the same way, if our positions were reversed. Reaching back over the bed, I snatched the sheet up off the top of the mattress.

I wrapped it around my body before the door opened.

“Revik,” I sighed. “Seriously. Can we talk about this?”

He didn’t look at me that time, either.

I felt a hard coil of pain leave his light.

Most of it didn’t feel like separation pain.

I couldn’t even tell if the anger I felt in that pain was aimed at me. It didn’t really feel like it. He’d gone into some kind of hyper-aware military mode, maybe through some perverse reflex around the breach, or maybe because the whole thing triggered something else in his light. I could feel he understood the attack had been virtual only; he just didn’t care.

Woven into the anger, I felt a focus that unnerved me, that told me he wasn’t just leaving to get away from me.

He had a destination in mind.

A very definite goal.

The door opened. The instant it was wide enough, Revik slid sideways through the opening. He disappeared before I could think of what to say, or even what to ask. I only got a bare glimpse of Neela’s surprised face before he vanished down the hallway, heading for what looked like the main stairs leading to the upper decks.

Neela watched him leave.

She turned to give me a startled look next, a question in her hazel eyes.

Rather than answer it, I just motioned with one hand for her to close the door.

The request seemed to snap her out of her bewilderment.

Giving me a seer’s nod, she made the respectful sign of the Bridge, keeping her head below mine as she started to comply.

Neela still acted pretty weird around me, truthfully.

I hadn’t fully realized how religious a lot of the seers were, especially the ex-Rebels, until I came out of that wire coma and semi-death thing. Since then, a lot of them treated me like some kind of half-spirit, half-angel creature.

Neela, especially, seemed to think I had full-blown mystical powers now.

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