Ka'Cit's Haven (Riv’s Sanctuary #3)

Phek, if she was close it would have probably wrapped itself around her.

There was definitely something wrong with him.

As they drew closer, the doors of the service satellite opened making it appear as if the rock split in two to let them enter.

Nee-ya leaned forward, her eyes going wide, and Ka’Cit risked turning his head a little so he could watch her.

Awe lit up her face as she looked around and the farther they went in, the more her eyes grew wide.

As the doors closed behind them and the air stabilized within the airlock from the huge jets in the walls, Nee-ya leaned forward so much she strained against her seat restraints.

Not one ounce of fear.

“—place dangerous?”

Ka’Cit blinked only to realize she was looking his way.

Big brown eyes met his own and his life organ skipped a beat.

“Is this place dangerous?” she repeated.

If she had noticed him shamelessly devouring her body with his eyes, she made no indication that she did.

“No. You’re with me. You’ll be safe.”

That was another thing.

As soon as he exited the shuttle, she was going to see a part of him not even Riv and Sohut knew.

At least, not to an intimate extent.

He’d brought Nee-ya into a part of his world that he kept separate.

Out here, he was someone else.

Just as the ship began moving again, she turned back to look out the view screen and it seemed that his answer was enough for her.

The inner doors opened, admitting them into the service station and Ka’Cit directed the ship over to one of the free bays.

It wasn’t busy, surprisingly.

Only a few ships were being worked on and he hoped that meant they wouldn’t be stuck on the station for long.

As he pulled the ship into the bay, the thing jerked one last time, emitting a loud groan, before the lights cut off.

“Phek,” he breathed.

“You didn’t cut the engine, did you?”

“No. The other engine is gone now too.”

Great.

“Damn. Well, at least it got us this far, I guess.” She began removing her restraints and he slipped out of his seat.

By the time he reached the door and looked back, she’d already grasped her blaster and was stuffing it underneath her cloak and out of sight.

Smart.