Page 3 of Gemini
His pure white eyes met my bottomless black ones. None of us wavered, too stubborn in our own respective ways.
“You were the one who agreed and wanted this,” I pointed out. “If she rejects us, I think I will be able to survive and bring her back to the human base for her to return where she came from safely.”
Would I, though? Baelor wanted this when I did not, and yet I was the one who insisted we moved to a bigger cave in a better hive. The one who did not rest until our new home was as comfortable as it could possibly be.
“I know that,” he said, looking around. “Butyoutook it upon yourself to build our nest. I know you,habanshi. You will feel hurt if she does not want us. You do not handle these feelings well.”
“I will learn to,” I said through my teeth as I stood from the ground.
I took the couple ofsteps separating us and pulled the papers out of his hands. On the first one, a map of the area where the flying box crashed and a large circle Baelor had drawn with black writing oil. A dense forest, a close flight from the hive our parents still lived in, but a couple of hours from where we were now. Maybe just one if I flew quick enough…The trees were high there, and I would have to fly low or use the branches to scout the area.
On the second paper, words I could not read without the translating glass in Baelor’s tight grasp so I turned it with a groan.
And my heart stalled. Something that had never happened and made me wonder if maybe I was ill, or dying.
“What is this?” I asked, clutching my chest with my free hand.
Baelor arched a brow, a small mocking smile curling his lips. “Humans call this a picture. Her name is Wendy.”
So that was what human females looked like…
She was…beautiful.Reallybeautiful.
Her hair, as black and shiny as my own and my eyes, her skin, smooth and dark beige. Monolid eyes a dark brown, and lips full and red.
“This is…ourfemale?”
“Yes,” Baelor said. “Ifshe is even alive.”
She better be.
“I am going to get her.”
“Nitochi—”
“We cannot wait for dawn, she has already been out there on her own for too long.”
“Dawn is only six hours away, we can—”
“No,” I interrupted him again, my voice firm. “I am a better tracker and fighter than you. If she is in trouble, I have more chances to fight off whatever got to her first. If we wait until the sun rises, I will be the one with impaired eyesight and abilities and it will makeyouthe one who has to do the heavy work.”
Baelor stared at me, silent, weighing my words. He knew I was right. That I was the better option and safer bet if we hoped to find her alive and bring her back here, where she belonged now.
“Fine,” he conceded. “Butplease, do not go all ruthless killer. And fly her here right away, she did not have her translator inserted and if she does have one already, the humans said they needed to update it with our language.”
I turned around and stopped at the edge of the cave, my wings spreading behind me as I looked at the map one last time.
If she did not understand me, I could not reassure her that I was safe. That she was ours.
I could only hope that we would find a way to understand each other…
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A deadly promise.
Wendy
Iwas starving, exhausted, my whole body was sore from being tied up to that damn tree and my clothes were now covered in dirt and mud.
