Clajak’s gentle smile turned into a mischievous grin. He grabbed his formsuit from the bath facility and slid it on. One more night of fun, one last game of chase, and maybe one extra lesson on letting loose for his soon-to-be clanmate. Then he would go home and cheerfully clan his long-desired Imdiko.
Clajak grabbed his boots from the floor and slunk back into the sleeping room. He froze when Egilka muttered in his sleep and shifted. He watched as the Imdiko moved about on the bed, perhaps seeking the prince’s warmth. After a couple of seconds, Egilka subsided and sank into unmoving silence again.
Clajak looked at the handsome, sleeping face. Egilka looked so very peaceful right now. Looking at the Imdiko like that made the prince realize how grim the older man usually looked. Yes, Egilka had placed entirely too much stock in nonstop duty. His reasons were valid, but still...
The thought brought up the memory of another Egilka. An angry Egilka who had once turned on Clajak, throwing a barrage of fists, his face a mask of utter rage.
Releasing mid-December 2015