Page 74 of Star Claimed Omega
His eyes seared into hers. ‘You have to know, however, that if you stay, I’m the kind of fire that takes a while to light,cariño.But once you do, I’ll be the blaze that never goes out. You also need to know that you ignite me, more than any woman ever has.’
Her lips parted, her breath shallow.
‘So decide for yourself,’ he finished, voice velvet and gravel, ‘if you’re okay with enduring my flames.’
She swallowed. ‘I have this problem, you see, of playing with fire.’
He smirked as his eyes darkened, storm clouds behind obsidian glass. ‘Fine by me, if you don’t mind getting scorched.’
Logic and panic flooded her, and she trembled.
With an inhale, she stepped back, breaking their heated contact and placing the mug on the table.
She also sliced her eyes from his, unable to deal with the flames she saw within them.
She turned and swiveled, leaving the room without thekahawashe’d come in search of, but needing to flee him and his inferno. ‘I really should get ready for work.’
He tilted his head. ‘You all better already,mi sol?’
She was all sorts ofsomething.
She swiveled and fled, powerless against the heat of his gaze any longer.
The fire in his words still licked at her soul as she hurried down the hall, pulse sprinting in her throat.
SANTIAGO
Santi prowled intoThe Sombra’sexecutive corridor.
He hit the bridge first, slipping past engineers and crew working to patch scorched conduits and stabilize recalibratedsystems.
Flash-welders sparked in one corner while metanoids floated overhead, crawling the panels with surgical precision.
Boaz looked up from a diagnostics display in the temporary cockpit, formerly the captain’s ready room.
‘Status?’ Santi asked, arms crossed, his tone even but commanding.
Boaz grunted. ‘The central console’s toast, environmental shield relays fried, but core functions are stable. We’ll be shipshape in two days, maybe less.’
‘Good,’ Santi said with a tight nod, watching the flicker of repair logs on the wall. ‘Make sure all backups get double-tested. We’re not dallying in this dance twice.’
‘Fokkno.’
‘Put your back into it,cabrón, get it done,’ Santi grinned, clapping a hand over his brother’s shoulder.
Boaz’s mouth twitched. ‘You seem buoyant today.’
Santi smirked but said nothing.
He turned on his heel and prowled toward the Signet executive office, whistling under his breath.
As Santi swept past his brothers with a jaunt in his step and a tune on his lips, Kaal raised an eyebrow.
Kaal reclined back into his leather chaise, sipping from a silver thermal flask and huffing.
‘Well, well,’ Kaal rasped, grinning. ‘Someone’s spreading sunshine this morning.’
Mak glanced up from a tactical readout and added with a smirk, ‘Or maybe someone’s sun curled up next to him in bed.’
