Chapter 87

Aramus sent the little female packing, but she wouldn't leave his thoughts. As he strode down his ship's halls to the sickbay, he couldn't help but recall their conversation-and kiss.

What a puzzle Riley proved to be, one moment boldly questioning him, the next cowering as if fearful of retaliation. It made him want to kill the people running the place all over again, this time in a more painful manner, which in turn made him question if he was functioning at one hundred percent capacity.

Why do I fucking care? Why does her treatment at their hands make me so bloody angry? Analysis deduced that his rage seemed to stem from pity, pity for a human. What the fuck was that about? Retaliation because of the harm done to Avion and the other cyborgs he could understand. They shared a bond. They were a sort of family. But she was nothing. Nothing but a prisoner who had information he needed. And I need another kiss. Where had that stray thought come from? Surely not him.