Back on the destroyer, Kila stalked through the corridors, trying to
walk off his emotions. Fortunately for his crew, most were still enjoying shore
leave. The halls were mostly empty. The few who walked them gave their captain
a wide berth, recognizing his foul mood. They bowed and hurried on without
saying a word.
They were wise to
keep their distance. Kila’s anger was all for himself, but he would have
enjoyed taking his temper out on someone else. He’d fucked up and needed
someone or something to punch. Desperately.
If he’d been smart,
he’d be enjoying Piras’s beautiful ass right now. A warm ass. A snug ass to
sink his cock into. An exceptionally willing ass, one that would welcome any
kind of play he’d cared to introduce it to. But no, he’d mentioned the man’s
ex-lover and gotten himself thrown out instead.
Kila believed in
thinking positive. He tried his best to turn bad situations around, to see the
benefit in even the darkest occurrence. Even now his mind was turning over what
had happened, attempting to mine gold in the mountain full of shit his big
mouth had created.
Well, for one thing
he now had important information. Piras was not over that other Nobek. Kila had
asked if there was baggage, and the ex-lover certainly qualified. The raw pain
and anger Piras had exhibited when Kila spoke Lidon’s name had been an
eye-opener. In that moment, the same man who freaked out over the mere idea of
killing others had been damned near capable of murdering Kila.
That left the
question, what was Kila going to do about it?
If he had any sense,
he’d give up any idea of forging a relationship with Piras. Someone that hung
up on the past could not offer any future. Only a fool would pursue someone
who’d already given his heart away.
Releasing December.
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