Ka'Cit's Haven (Riv’s Sanctuary #3)

“This…this is a lot to transfer to one being…”

Ka’Cit shrugged. “I don’t see your point.”

Geblit blinked at him as if he was looking at an idiot. “It’s not usual for a dignitary—”

“I am no dignitary. There’s nothing dignified about me.”

Geblit scoffed. “Your assets…your status…they say otherwise.”

“Just because you and those other excrement pipes who run this planet think I’m rich doesn’t make me dignified. I’m just…lucky.”

Geblit scoffed again. “Well, I’ve seen where you live. I agree.”

In another circumstance, he might have laughed.

“Just tell me what you need to get it done and I will provide it.” He watched as Geblit looked through the papers once more.

“It’s all here. Must have been a pain in the sphincter trying to gather all these deeds… Are you sure about this?”

“As sure as my life organ beating in my chest.”

“You have a habit of being…reckless. If this turns out to be a mistake…it can’t be undone.”

Ka’Cit leaned forward and looked the Torian in the eyes. “I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life. This isn’t one.”

Geblit studied him for a few more moments. “Okay. I’ll process it, but it will take some time.” He glanced back at the papers. “You’ve done a horrible job at keeping these records.”

Ka’Cit let out a soft laugh through his nose.

He’d done a horrible job at life in general so far.

This might be the first good decision he’d ever made.

40

She’d stopped counting the days…the weeks…but each day that passed, things got easier.

She could smile now and put enough effort into it that it was convincing to the others.

She could even convince herself when she looked in the mirror, despite the ache in her soul that she couldn’t get rid of.

More than once, she’d caught herself just staring off into the distance at nothing, the image of Ka’Cit’s hover car retreating over the tall grass replaying in her head.

She’d been right.

That day, it had been goodbye.

A final one.

He wasn’t coming back and she shouldn’t have expected him to.

What had happened between them hadn’t affected him the way it had affected her.

She really was a fool.

And that realization had turned her want, her hope, into anger.

She was sitting on one of the huge hay bales now, looking out over the tall grass.