With a quiet sigh, I slipped out of the room and padded towards the kitchen, the faint glow of the morning light filtering through the windows. I could smell and sense Gamma Rhett with every step I took and I didn't quite blame myself for it.
I had just had a very crazy dream that did nothing but remind me of him, so smelling him wasn't strange after waking up from it.
Kylo had told us Gamma Rhett wouldn't be returning home in days since the attack would take most of his time. I tried to hum to take my mind off of thinking about him.
But as I rounded the corner into the living room, I froze.
There, in the center of the room, stood Gamma Rhett. He was still clad in the same outfit as from the battle, filled with a mixture of grime and dried blood clinging to the leather and fabric.
His broad shoulders were tense and his expression was nothing short of shock. His eyes darted around the room and then landed squarely on me.
