Rhade.
Chapter 5
I don't get it.
I don't get her.
Infuriating!
She thinks she knows it all.
She thinks she's so hot.
I admit, the mom being a senator thing, beka being of blue blood, threw me. But then again, so did everything else about her.
She wasn't what I expected, not that I expected much. I wanted to work with Dylan Hunt, starship captain. And instead I got stuck with her, a captain of an ugly and beat-up cargo ship. Not that I mind anymore, I like spending time with her. I rather enjoy it actually.
I like the closeness of being next to her. I like her intoxicating scent. The warm feeling I get whenever she's near me. The way she laughs and smiles, putting her whole self into it. And the nice view when I walk behind her.
She definitely is not what I expected of the famed pilot Rebecca Valentine out of Talia by Ignatius, she's better.
She's so many admirable qualities. The idea of perfection, inside and out. Compassionate, loyal, brave, kind, passionate, protective, intelligent, logical, blatantly honest, humorous, and so much more. Strong enough to protect herself and those she cares for, but weak enough to have help from those who care for her. If it weren't for the lack of boneblades I would swear she was a Neitzschean.
When we visited that jail, she threw me. I did not expect her to be so easy on the prisoners, nor for one to get past her. But when she revealed that she thought that they had been through enough, I respected her even more. Why kick a dog when it's down?
I did worry when she was with Tyr. Not just for the commonwealth, like everyone probably thought, but for her. I was afraid she would not come back. I would greatly like to get to know her better. Plus, who knows what that vile excuse for a neitzschean, reincarnation of Drago my bone blades, wanted of her. Actually, I think I do know, but I'd rather not picture it. I don't want to think of him having her that way, of her giving herself to him. In any way.
He sighs, but it turns into a growl," Infuriating, she thinks she's soo perfect and sooo hot."
She's better then perfection, she's flaming.
"I want her."
I need her.
"Like the moth to the flame."
And I think I'm going to get burned.
But suddenly, I don't care.
