Page 100 of Galactic Sentinels: Vol 2
“Oh, you know me—I can never resist an irresistible botanical offer,” she jokes, a sly smile on her lips.
“Let me guess… Zebulon cultivation?”
“Exactly! And you? What are you doing here?” she asks lightly, but there’s a flicker of worry behind her voice.
“I was on vacation and heard this place offered some unique entertainment. Couldn’t resist.”
She stifles a laugh, but her eyes stay serious. Every word is measured, careful—we both know we’re being watched.
“You always did have terrible taste in dangerous destinations,” she murmurs.
But there’s something I have to tell her. It tears me apart to hurt her like this, but shehasto know.
“Sam, sweet girl…”
She lifts those gorgeous eyes to me, full of unspoken questions, and my breath catches.
How do I say something that’s going to shatter her?
“Logan…” I begin, my voice shaking.
“He’s dead. I know,” she cuts in before throwing herself into my arms again—this time to break down completely.
A flood of tears pours out of her, unstoppable.
As if she’s finally allowing herself to release the pain she’s been carrying since losing him.
I hold her tight, helpless, my heart splintering.
Because even if she already knew deep down… saying it aloud, tome, makes it real.
Over her shoulder, my eyes lock with Noviosk’s—and I swear vengeance a thousand times over for what he did.
He looks away.
Just for a second. But it’s enough to plant the seed of doubt.
Was it regret? Shame? Or just a trick of my anger, twisting what I want to see?
I tighten my arms around Sam. She’s still crying, inconsolable.
Suddenly, she stiffens.
Some guy with a nasty look on his face steps closer and asks,
“So… changed your mind? You cool with sharing her now?”
He’s talking to Noviosk, whose sharp glare promises this guy a world of pain.
“You wanna test your luck and see if it goes any better than for your buddy who tried sneaking up on her last night?” Noviosk growls.
“But why aren’t you saying anything to the new guy who just showed up?” the guy protests, jerking his chin toward me.
“They knew each other before. But the promise I made still stands. You touch her, you’re dead.”
“I can wait,” the brute shrugs. “She won’t be glued to your side forever. You’ll fall asleep at some point.”
He spits on the floor and walks away.
