Page 41 of Galactic Sentinels: Vol. 1
“Thank you!” I reply, still a little flustered.
“C’mon! Pherebos made pancakes. And I wasn’t allowed to touch them before you woke up!”he grumbles.
“You’re eating pancakes?” I ask, following him toward the food court.
“Yeah, and don’t think you’re getting my share.”
Pherebos is busy working around a container set on a solar plate. When he sees us approaching, he lifts his head and gives me a look—critical, but clearly appreciative—as he takes in the outfit I’m wearing.
“I asked Akifumi to bring us a couple of Confederation outfits,” he says. “They’re thermoregulated and super comfortable.”
“I know them,” I reply. “I wore them on BN-35.”
“That’s perfect,” he says. “He should be able to get your measurements from your file. For now, let’s just get comfortable. There are pancakes and biloa infusion. Biloa grows fast on terraformed worlds. Deep roots, great for soil health—and it tastes amazing when it’s fresh.”
“Just be careful with the biloa,”Wingo warns.“It makes me really bloated!”
I chuckle again. Wingo always says exactly what’s on his mind. Pherebos notices my amusement and gives me a curious look.
“Let’s try these crêpes,” I say. “I’ve never had the chance. Not even at the Governor’s parties.”
I take a bite. The warm, fluffy pancake is soft, slightly sweet, and comforting. My two companions watch me closely, waiting for my reaction.
I wink and grab another. That’s all Wingo needs—he pounces on his plate and devours his portion in record time.
By the time we’re done eating, it’s dark outside. The composite walls glow faintly, holding onto the last light of the day. Wingo slumps onto the cushions in the relaxation area, already half-asleep.
I head to my room for my first night on MyFaS.
I wake up feeling... relaxed. For the first time in years, I’ve slept through the night without waking up in a panic. No jolts of fear for Prianka. No guilt gnawing at me over what I did to Henri. Just deep, uninterrupted sleep. And now, I feel completely refreshed.
Maybe I’m finally out of the woods.
The walls let in a soft, fragile light. Morning’s been here for a while.
I get up, get dressed, and head toward the common area.
Pherebos is already there, cooking something. He’s only wearing a pair of loose pants, his long hair tiedback casually. My eyes are immediately drawn to his sculpted chest. He’s... stunning.
“Hey, did you sleep well?” he asks, his voice warm and smooth.
“Uh... yes... I think so,” I stammer, caught off guard by his barely-there outfit and the sudden heat rising in my cheeks.
“Youthinkso?” he says with a wink.
“Aren’t you going to get dressed?”
If he stays like this, flaunting that dream body in front of me, I’m not sure I’ll be able to focus on anything else.
“What do you mean, ‘dressed’?” he grins. “Iamdressed. You’ll see—the temperature rises fast on MyFaS. The AI heats the air under the dome to trigger condensation and early morning rain cycles. Around here, I go for comfort—hope you don’t mind!”
Does it bother me? Yes. No. I mean… it’s not exactly helping me stay focused.
My tormentor—well, my chef—walks over to the table and pours a steaming mix of cooked vegetables onto our plates.
“After lunch, I’ll show you around the rest of the living area,” he says. “Come eat—it’s ready.”
“You’re cooking?” I point out, a little surprised.
