Page 10 of I Married Kayog
Narok—the Zamorian bouncer—poked his head in to look at us with an apologetic expression. It always blew my mind to see this gentler side of the giant, considering his overall intimidating appearance. Zamorian males were massive and averaged a height of seven feet tall. Their species had everything in double: four arms, four eyes, a second set of every vital organ, including the naughty bit. When they became angry, their eyes would take a frightening shade of orange that would have even the boldest feel a lot less cocky. Their insane strength, speed, and lust for blood made them among the fiercest warriors in the galaxy.
“Sorry to bother you, but Director Wilson from the Enforcers is here to see Kayog,” Narok said.
“What the fuck?!” Devin muttered, echoing the thought that popped into my head as well as the expression plastered on our companions’ faces.
“Let him in,” I said, both confused and baffled.
A part of me also felt annoyed that I hadn’t perceived his presence. Or rather that I had not singled it out among the other people broadcasting the same type of eager emotion that he did. His had a different, more calculated and determined edge that should have made it stand out.
I really don’t need this right now.
I needed to go and could only hope this wouldn’t take too long. If I didn’t isolate myself soon, things would get ugly fast.
“I’m sorry to bother you, gentlemen,” Director Wilson said to all of us in a friendly tone as he entered the room.
“Is there a problem?” Ben asked, taking a step forward in a slightly defensive stance in front of me.
My heart melted for the brawny human. Although he was slightly shorter than my own 6’4, Ben had broad shoulders and thick arms that had people think twice about messing with him. While he wouldn’t hesitate to throw hands if needed, his sweet face truly was a mirror into the cuddly teddy bear that dwelledwithin. Still, I loved how protective he always was towards me and any person he believed to be in need or in danger.
It was all the cuter that if trouble truly arose, I was much better suited than he was to protect us.
“No, there’s no problem at all,” Director Wilson said reassuringly. “I would just like to have an informal talk with Mr. Voln. It’s not easy getting in touch with you,” he continued, turning to face me. “Do you have some time now, or should I leave a card, and you can call me whenever?”
How about never?
Naturally, I kept the rude thought to myself and gave him a polite smile. A part of me considered taking him up on his offer to call him later so that I could get out of here before the pain in my head grew any further. Another part deemed it better to get this done and out of the way immediately. Anyway, knowing myself, I would obsess over it until I knew what he wanted with me to begin with.
“Now will be fine,” I said with the right level of distant politeness to make it clear I didn’t want this to drag on longer than necessary.
“Wonderful!” Wilson said with an excess of enthusiasm that hinted at the fact he knew exactly where I stood. “Is there a private place we can go discuss?”
“You can have the room since we’re heading out to mingle with the fans,” Ben said begrudgingly before giving me an assessing look. “You’re going to be okay?”
Once again, a wave of affection swelled within me. I would miss him greatly at the end of the semester once I moved on.
“Yes, Brother. I’ll be good,” I said with a smile.
He nodded stiffly then gave the Enforcer one last suspicious look before heading out the door, the rest of the band filing out in his wake. The Director repressed an amused smile. His emotions were quite fascinating. They combined the strangestmix of curiosity, anticipation, suspicion, and something I couldn’t quite define. Nefarious wouldn’t be appropriate as I didn’t sense any threat from him or actual ill intentions. But I also got a strong sense that he had set goals that he planned on seeing through no matter how I felt about them.
I gestured towards one of the couches as soon as the door closed behind my friends.
“Please have a seat, Director Wilson. Would you like something to drink?” I asked as he settled in the large sectional couch made of dark brown leather.
He shook his head. “No, thank you. I won’t hog too much of your time. I’m certain you have far more interesting places to be than talking with me. And please, call me Colin. I’m rather informal.”
“Good, so am I. So you can call me Kayog,” I replied as I sat on the cushioned stool across from him, which was a lot more comfortable for my broad wings.
“Kayog it is then! You have amazing talent! Your voice is exquisite,” he said in a flattering tone that left me completely indifferent.
He was testing my responses to assess my personality, including if I could be bought or manipulated with compliments.
I shrugged. “All Temerns can sing. Compared to others of my peers, I would deem myself average, in no way exceptional.”
“I don’t know about average, but your charisma certainly isn’t. You had the crowd eating out the palm of your hand.”
I raised an eyebrow and gave him a stiff smile. “You’re not wrong. People seemed to respond well to me in general. But what can I do for you? What did you wish to see me about?”
“I came here to get a better understanding of an ongoing investigation regarding potential terrorist attacks and a growing number of Good Samaritan incidents taking place in the area lately,” Colin said in a matter-of-factly manner.
