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I glance at him, confused. His face is closed off, his tone sharp. He looks… angry.
But what could Onorio have said to upset him so much?
Chapter 29.
Pherebos
By the grace of the Waves… I almost lost her. My companion. My Dedicated Soul. And that other beaner just rushed in to offer her a ticket to anywhere she wanted in the galaxy.
What about me?
“I don’t want her going to the other end of the galaxy!”Wingo whines in my head.
‘’We’re on the same page. We’re keeping her.’’
“Yep! Why don’t you try the bare-chested thing again? It’s very effective. Her aura’s racing like a heartbeat!”
‘’I don’t think that’s enough to make her stay, Wingo.’’
“No? Then chocolate. She loves chocolate!”
‘’That won’t do it either.’’
“Then what?”
‘’She needs to find her own place in our trio. I just want her to be happy.’’
We arrive at the SIL’s airlock, still docked to theRenaissance. I activate the hatch and step into our little vessel with Ileana.
“How are you feeling, My Faksaya?”
She looks at me and admits, “I’m glad it’s over. That you found your traitor. That Henri’s schemes have finally been exposed.”
“But?”
“But I’m also disappointed. That woman could’ve saved me a lot of suffering. My sister might still be alive.”
She pauses, then continues, voice tight with emotion.
“She knew that if Henri found out about the leaks, she’d have leverage to keep him quiet. It was better for her to keep his misdeeds hidden than to expose him and risk him being replaced by someone more honest—someone who might’ve noticed her own shady moves. And you and your sister… you weren’t much help either. That’s why she turned a blind eye. But now, Henri’s in deep trouble.”
“Justice at last,” she says, her voice cracking as a tear rolls down her cheek.
“Don’t cry, my Faksaya. You’re safe now. You’re safe. You’re with me.”
“Gnuffgnuff…”
“And with Wingo, of course,” I add, smiling as our friend giggles in my head.
I wrap my arms around her, holding her close, comforting her gently. Wingo nestles between us, warm and soft.
“I’ll make us an infusion!”he offers cheerfully.
“Didn’t you say you wanted us to make you an infusion?” Ileana asks, her voice soft, a faint smile on her lips.
“Ah, yes—good idea! Is there any dried biloa left?”
“Yeah, in the storeroom,” I tell her.
