Billy jumped from his bed on one of the chairs and raced after her.
After yanking the tunic over her head, she shoved her feet into the legs of her jumpsuit and hopped up and down in order to pull it on more quickly.“I have to go.They’ve probably been trying to contact me for a while, and I don’t have my tablet.”
Billy bleated, headbutting her legs as she struggled into her boots.
She rubbed his forehead and looked up at me, her expression miserable.“I don’t have enough to feed him.Can you...?”
“I will look after him.”
She gave him one last pat.“You be a good boy for Fin.”Then she stood and came into my arms.Her shorter ones could barely wrap all the way around me, yet I never wanted to break their grip.
I held her to me, my zural heart beating without filling my hurvon.
Too soon, she pulled away.Her brown eyes were troubled as she looked up at me.“I have to go.”
“You should eat.”I despised the thought of her returning to that ugly rectangular box without adequate food.
She shook her head, her straight hair swirling into her face.“I can’t take the time.”Her hands gathered the long strands and began braiding it behind her head—a warrior’s hairstyle.She tied it off with a band retrieved from a pocket and hurried for the entrance.
The door swished open, and my mate shot one last glance over her shoulder.Our eyes locked and held for a second.
Then she was gone.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
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Jillian
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BY THE TIME I made it back to my post, hours had passed.My thigh muscles burned from the climb.Whatever Fin had given me the night before had worn off.Everything ached.
The door opened on the typical dingy, gray plastic hallway.How had I ever thought this place was nice?After seeing how the Varool lived...
I shoved the distracting thought away.