The heated argument finally lost the captain's attention. He unceremoniously dropped a clumsy Cornor when a small figure was brought aboard by men from Gaia. As the boy approached, the Star members quickly retreated. It gave the impression that he avoided any closeness as if the boy were sick. Richard Morgan frowned.
Rays! How old should that boy be? If younger brother could be almost the same age. Only that Adam already showed height and enhanced didn't show surprisingly. But that creature? It didn't happen to a boy!
Low height, skinny body and small shoulders. The baggy clothes only accentuated the fragile appearance. His grimy face bears tense features filled with a gaze that gleamed with savage hatred.
Kassuim saw nothing. He saw nothing but Cornor. He had killed Zagorra. He ignored all the pain, biting his lips hard. The pain was excruciating every time he took a breath. The makeshift bandage wasn't helping much, yet only anger guided her. How would you pay? The stone around his neck began to heat up. It was always an accidental magic problem. Big stuff.
Oh, he was going to find out she was a woman. And much worse. They would know she was a sorceress. He wasn't going to make a difference. She was going to end up bleeding to death.
- Cornor... I... I'll...
Richard Morgan blocked his path and wrinkled his nose at the sweet smell that reached his nostrils immediately. It was blood and something else.
-Is it wounded or is it combat blood? His thunderous voice echoed through the ship.
Kassuim saw him for the first time. Completely shocked and helpless.
-H-how?
She stopped, petrified. She gasped as if she'd been struck by lightning, forcing herself to take a deep breath. Everyone there was watching her and they were almost palpable. She wanted a hole to open under her feet. She wanted ...
I wanna die!
A few meters away like thick ropes wrapped around the ground tremble. Nobody noticed. The wind blows stronger and the clouds charged in the sky gather as lightning tore through the sky.
She was staring at him in a trance. It was... It was him! Without more without less, his most secret dreams come true. It was terrifying.
"I'm going to die!", she managed to think in a daze.
He was tall. Her thick, dark, wavy hair swayed in the cold wind, illuminating a breathtaking sky-coloured gaze. A red scarf was tied to his head. She saw with amazement the blemished features and those eyes that watched her with curiosity in a whirlwind of emotions. If only he had the faintest idea of the thoughts invading her...
The free end of the rope began to move, moving slowly following a silent snake that slithered across the floor.
She had lost her voice. How long was it? months? It had been right after Faith's death. The clothes were in the white shirt open halfway, showing the tanned chest and composed and solid bodies. Her eyes roam over his thick, muscular legs and feet under his pants until they stop glued to the pair of high boots.
Our! It was a disproportion that this man was still handsome and charming. He was going to find out. Any time. He swallowed hard at the lump in his throat, or at least tempting. Why doesn't a hole open under his feet? She wanted to disappear. Heavens! He had nothing. Memories came back with the weight of a lash. He felt as if he was burning with a high fever.
Knives still stuck, pistols and their places under the table, pistols and their first places for Michael's attention.
Kassuim lifted her face so she could bridge the gap of several inches and face him.
A charm. He needed a quick one for his charm or hidden memories. Oh, she mustn't remember any and her wolf supply was gone.
The facades shake as they prepare. And the rope, which resembled a snake,
glided stealthily, approaching Cornor.
She experienced flashing memories. His hands - oh, not his hands, no -.
The mouth- not the mouth, sir! And those eyes as deep as the sea - definitely not! This was turning into a nightmare. Where was her control?
He... He sure must be obnoxious if he hung around the likes of Cornor. He also tried to remind himself that he should and needed to stay away from that man. She wasn't working. He was handsome, no, in fact, he was gorgeous, charming and seductive. The devil personified. His heart had risen to his mouth.
She was even noticing the hue of the piercing eyes. She was sure to be a fever. probably being. Or delirious. She bit her lip in embarrassment. She was in serious trouble. She was definitely…she was in trouble. He was going to recognize her. Why hadn't he done it yet? Was he a wolf? Well, maybe wolves weren't so good after all.
-Do you understand what I say? Boy? His voice reached her ears.
Boy!
Boy!?
Is he available as a boy? It was the sensation of a cold shower. She had an absurd urge to rip the devastating smile with her nails from that mouth. How dare he? The only problem was that breathing didn't return to normal. Her heart was beating so fast she was afraid she might hear it. It was clear that he... wouldn't he recognize her? There was no recognition by which they knew the Star was not discovered.
she had a breath attack and maybe she had a chance she was going to die right there in front of him. She was going to collapse. How... How did he not know who she was?
"I want to cry. I'm going to cry. I want to die!"
Richard Morgan arched an eyebrow at the study of the lad's indulgent care. He was certainly younger than Adam ...-his gaze fell over the body- much younger. The body would naturally develop like any growing boy's.
- So, boy? He tries kind of awkwardly. - Well you certainly speak?
-Eee-I...
Kassuim rolled his eyes in mortification. Why was nothing going right that day? Was he stuttering? He shook his head in disbelief. He hated that man. Why hadn't he recognized? His appearance should be the worst.
She could drop dead there on that floor. Perhaps an attack of shortness of breath to get rid of this inconvenience and embarrassment. It was enough to ignore the racing pulse and the heart that threatened to escape from the mouth. Had he not even recognized her?
-Boy!
He was hateful! Detestable. Oh, she hated that man. Or else easily with ease him crush that odious word. She just sits and cries in her misery. That cut hurt... And her explosive temper came naturally to that man. Oh, she sure did hate him.
Only he looked masculine and primitive. Dangerous. She could feel the blood in her temples as she lingered on the handle of the anchor chain. She no longer noticed Cornor. To hell with Cornor.
He had no recognition. He was satisfied, very satisfied with that. He didn't bother at all. Since when couldn't a damn wolf sniff?
"Since when he doesn't remember. Did he think you meant something to him? What were you expecting from a wolf?"
She was just a fool.
-Boy, you...
She was going to kill that man. Myself. Had it meant nothing to him? The urge to cry was absurd. That cut was making. Very. She wanted to play in his arms and suddenly be a woman. just cry. Zagorra was dead. An idea was pleasant enough.
-Boy...
-I'M NOT A BOY! The voice finally came back and sounded an octave louder than usual.
Something slithered across the deck now to Rick Morgan's attention. He watched in amazement at what might perhaps resemble a rope, but it moves like a snake in its insinuating, isolated movements. His gaze returned to Kassuim reminding her of a bird of prey.
"I hate you. I do. I'm going to bleed and die right here in front of you while you call me a boy. I hope you feel enough remorse."
She didn't notice anything else as she struggled to regain control. Breathe. She wasn't working out either. She remembered that mouth with the feel of her firm lips on her quivering lips. Those months of separation only added to his aura of power and virility. He said.
Or at least she thinks he did.
What was he even talking about? Rays! Why didn't he remember her?
In response to the silence, Richard Morgan stared into the green eyes. At this point, the rope prepares to secure itself at Cornor's feet. What a curse!
-Kassim!
The boy was... He was a sorcerer. A sorcerer? How long has it been since I found one? he doesn't like
She recoiled with a start and miraculously the rope fell limp to the floor.
It was not waiting for things to be strange for the boy. William could only be wondering if he was going to play wet-nurse to a hapless teenage sorcerer.
The boy has undisguisedly delicate features. The skin of his face shows from the soot and there is no hint of a beard. And those green eyes... The rope had stopped moving by itself when the boy got scared.
Those green eyes... They display the boy's feelings very naturally. Rick Morgan could pick up surprises like vibes from that kid. And something else and disturbing. His arrival had frightened the boy. Because he was a boy. The delicate features were damned feminine.
- Well, Kassuim. He cleared his throat awkwardly. Something about that boy was bothering him. Continuous Tension: My name is Richard Morgan and this is |Michael, my brother. I was tasked with schooling him aboard Gaia on Blackwill's orders.
Will's orders? As well? She gasped and blinked. William had done what? A new stab of pain stabbed him as he took a deep breath. She was even going to throw herself into his arms. There was no air. How do you escort, sir? Was it his impression, or was the smile that lit up such handsome, masculine features indulgent?
Why did a man have to be so handsome like that? He was nonsense. And he was going to treat her like a child! Could something even worse happen?
It was a burst of fulminating rage. She was furious. The table shook violently and the facades flew in the air just as Rick looked at Michael in amazement before fixing his eyes on the mast with the indented facades. Nobody showed any surprise. A small focus of becoming aware of the men's next contact.
Rick Morgan hissed in amazement and Cornor cursed furiously. Oh. That was bad.
-Zagorra is dead! You will lead to this wretch. Look that! Only an irresponsible person would have such an attack. My ship was almost hit by wreckage. "Ah, she gets more and more inflamed. – Command of a ship is not guaranteed because it is Thalagar's favourite. And not by the captain of perverted whims in bed. It takes talent and competence, Cornor. He's nothing but a common little thief!
The silence was general.
No one spoke, not even Cornor.
Nobody expected that. Rick must be awestruck. It wasn't just bad. It was bad! Why did he remember Faith? Most of them agreed with her but knew how to be prudent enough not to comment. Rays! The boy indeed had a short fuse. endless and reliable list. The kid leading a riot God? Or lead a battle?
After the shock wore off, Cornor would have roared like an animal made at insults. He has a magenta colour on his face and he could pluck his whiskers with his fingers in such fury. Rick was careful to put himself in front of Kassuim as his face changed colour, while Michael helped to enforce distance. The boy was reckless irresponsible. At the very least he looked for death. He wants to barely stand by the staggering way.
-Boy! - he scolded as he would have done if he was a rebellious child. Just show authority. Iron nets. It couldn't be that hard to deal with a moody child. - I don't want trouble.
It would work. Just show who was in charge there. And the complicated stuff.