Michaela glared at him, still not quite believing they would refuse to have sex if they wanted her. Govi stared back steadily, his expression filled with regret.
She supposed that if he was really rejecting her for fear of damaging her psychologically, she should be touched by his concern. Yet for all Michaela knew, Govi was repulsed despite the cinnamon smell that came off him and his clanmates in chokingly thick waves.
One thing was for sure. Govi was not going to relent, and Korkla and Raxstad were letting him run the show. Michaela pushed past the Imdiko, getting away from the three men. She jerked her head towards the door.
“I think you should go now.”
Korkla sucked in a breath. “I’d rather not leave you angry with us, little one.”
“Too fucking late. Go. Get out. I want to be alone.”
She folded her arms over her breasts and turned away. Even with her back to them, she could sense the three Kalquorians looking at each other. She could feel their emotional distress as if it was her own.
Good. She wanted them to be upset. They deserved to be.
Korkla’s voice came from right behind her. It was all Michaela could do to not jump as he spoke. “May we visit you tomorrow?”
Misery filled her. She kept her tone cold as she asked, “What’s the point?”
“The point is, we want to see you. I’m not going anywhere until I know you’ll let us talk about this later.”
His voice was gentle, but at the same time there was steel beneath the words, letting Michaela know the Dramok would compromise only to a point. Feeling the command hidden in his statement gave Michaela a shiver down her spine.
She said in a clipped tone, “Fine. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
The men filed past her. Govi and Korkla looked despondent. Raxstad looked both wretched and angry. Michaela did not accompany them to the door, and she did not answer their calls of ‘goodnight’.
Had she really expected to be wanted? To be seen as anything but a freak?