Aymee smiled, kicking the sand. “Macy found it with Jax.”
“Perhaps you were simply…starting from the wrong place.”
“Or maybe I was looking too soon.” She lifted her gaze to him. Shadow obscured his features, his entire body silhouetted against the moons. “Do you believe in fate, Arkon?”
He was silent for a long while. “Sometimes, I do. It implies that the universe works in ways I cannot possibly understand — which is unsettling, if I pause to think about it — but none of us can understand everything.”
“I didn’t believe in it. But what were the chances of Macy meeting Jax? For her to have gone out on the water after avoiding it for so long, to get caught in that storm and swept out to sea at the exact moment he happened to be there?”
“Near impossible,” he replied. “And yet it happened.”
“It did.” She wished she could make out his darkness-clouded expression.
He moved closer. “And their meeting, whether fate or not, was the first link in the chain of events that brought you and me together.”
That increasingly familiar warmth sparked in her chest again. “It did.” Aymee would never have met Arkon if not for Macy and Jax. She glanced up at the sky. “It’s late. Is it safe for you to travel home, after dark?”
“There is no need to worry about me. Is it safe for you?” He turned his head and looked at the jungle, which was lit from within by countless glowing plants. The crease between his brows was visible now that the moonlight touched his face.
“I told you waiting wasn’t very smart of me.”
“But you didn’t say why.”
“It’s not very safe to go out at night. Especially in the jungle.”
He frowned before turning back to her. “Then I will accompany you, or you will wait here with me.”
Aymee pressed her thighs together and curled her hands into loose fists. “You’ll stay the night here with me?”
He reached forward and took one of her hands. “Without hesitation, Aymee.”
Her heart skipped, and she forgot to breathe for a few moments. The depth and meaning behind those simple words was too much to decipher. Once again, she thought of what Maris said that day in the square.
Squeezing his hand, she leapt up and pecked a kiss on his cheek before pulling away to gather her skirt. “Do you think this spot is safe enough from the tide?”
He seemed briefly dazed by the kiss; he visibly shook himself before tilting his head to study the ground. “The tide line is here,” he said, moving his hand horizontally to indicate a strip of ground about two meters away. “We’re above it, but it’ll get close.”
“Will we be okay through the night?” she asked, stepping into her skirt and pulling it on.
“Putting the near-drowning behind us…you’ll be safe with me.”
Aymee chuckled. “I didn’t doubt you for a second.” She sat on the sand and patted the ground beside her. “After hunting, I imagine you’re tired, too.”
Arkon slithered over and eased himself down. “I am accustomed to sometimes going days without sleep. It is often necessary for the hunt.”
“How long do they usually last?”
He lay back, putting one hand behind his head and the other over his abdomen. “A few hours; a few days. It varies greatly, depending on what we are hunting and where we go to find it.”
Aymee scooted closer and lay on her side next to him, resting her head on his shoulder. Arkon tensed; he’d said he wasn’t used to touching like this. Still, she wrapped her arm around his chest and held him. She couldn’t resist snuggling closer. “Today’s hunt was a quick one, then?”
Though he hesitated a few times in the process, he eventually slipped his arm around her shoulders. “Yes, relatively. I…must confess to some degree of impatience that fortunately sped it along.”
“Really? I thought you had great patience.”
Heat radiated from him, branding her arm where his hand rested. His claws lightly pressed against her through her blouse, fingers occasionally twitching as though he wanted to run them over her body.
“Apparently not when it comes to waiting to see you.”
She mockingly gasped. “Are you blaming me for your impatience?”
His skin darkened. “No, not at all. It is my fault, but I had been looking forward to our meeting so eagerly since the last time and—”
Aymee laughed and slid her palm over his chest. “It’s fine, Arkon.”
Her hand rose and fell as he inhaled and released a shaky breath. “I just want very much not to disappoint you, Aymee.”
She rubbed her cheek against him. “Perhaps it was fate at work again. If you’d been on time, we might not have shared this night together.”
“How do you always find the positive aspect of any situation? You waited here, alone, for hours.”
Aymee yawned. “I knew the time with you would be worth it.” She found his hand and laced their fingers together as much as his webbing allowed. “And I was right.”
He held their intertwined hands up, turned them slowly, and lowered them again. She was on the verge of drifting to sleep when he spoke, his voice low. “I have never mated with anyone.”
She smiled and kissed his shoulder. “I know.”
Chapter 8
Aymee’s brow twitched. A cool breeze wafted over her, tousling her hair and fluttering her clothes, and she shivered as it made its way up her skirt. The sound of waves was louder than usual, as though the entire ocean were in her bedroom. Inhaling deeply, she stretched. The weight on her lower body gave her pause.
A slow smile spread across her lips — the tentacles wrapped around her waist and legs, keeping her in place, belonged to Arkon. He held her in one arm, hand at the small of her back. Despite some stiffness after a night on the ground, there was nowhere else she wanted to be in that moment.
She opened her eyes. A faint, early morning glow tinged the sky, granting her vision of him outside the night shadows. His chest rose and fell with his gentle breaths, and minuscule movements flickered through his tentacles and suction cups. The intimacy of their position sent a rush of heat spiraling through Aymee, creating a sudden, needy ache between her legs.
One of his tentacles shifted. Moving hesitantly, it slowly slid up along her inner thigh.
Her breath hitched. Arkon tensed.
“It’s okay,” she whispered.
His tentacle resumed its upward path, suction cups trailing whisper-kisses over her skin. Aymee fisted her hand against his chest and parted her thighs when the tip of his limb brushed her mound through her underwear.
Arkon shuddered. The tremor ran from his chest, through his arms, and along his tentacles, turning his light caress into a needful press. She caught her lower lip between her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut. She lifted her pelvis toward him, seeking the ecstasy of his touch.
His trembling hand gripped a fistful of her shirt as he brushed the tip of his tentacle over her again and again, each stroke sending a thrill of pleasure through her.
It wasn’t enough.
She trailed her hand down, between their intertwined bodies, and slid it beneath her skirt. Her fingers moved over the smooth, soft skin of his tentacle before finally settling on her thigh.
Aymee paused, her tension and desire reaching new peaks with each passing second.
This is what I want.
Hooking her finger in the fabric, she tugged her underwear aside.
Arkon’s tentacle froze against her parted sex. The single, simple touch made her moan.
“Aymee.”
She’d never heard Arkon’s voice like that — a low, husky, desperate growl clawing up from his chest.
He withdrew his tentacle abruptly. Before she realized his intention, he released his hold on her and rolled away.
Aymee gasped as she tumbled onto the sand. Pushing herself up on her hands, she raised her head.
Arkon was upright, his back toward her, shoulders heaving wit
h ragged breaths. The tension in his body exaggerated the definition of his muscles.
He’d put at least two meters of distance between them.
She moved onto her knees and fisted her hands in her lap, squeezing her thighs together in hopes of easing her arousal; it felt somehow tainted, now.
What have I done?
She’d pushed too far, too soon.
“Arkon?”
“I…I just… A moment, please.” His head dipped briefly and then tipped back. “I’m not…not accustomed to…”
“I understand.”
He looked down again. “I don’t know that you do…”
Aymee lowered her gaze. Perhaps she didn’t. She’d been the one pushing her affections onto Arkon during their few, too-brief meetings. What if he didn’t want her the way she wanted him? What if he couldn’t see past their differences like Jax had with Macy?
Clutching the fabric of her skirt in both hands, she climbed to her feet and collected her sandals from the nearby rocks.
“It’s all right. You don’t need to explain anything.” She closed her eyes and struggled to regain some semblance of calm. “We’ll meet again in two days for the exchange.”
“Aymee, I…” Arkon released an unsteady breath. His head and shoulders sagged, contrasting the tension in his balled fists. “Two days, then.”
She opened her mouth to say goodbye, but it felt too final. Instead, she slipped on her sandals and left without another word. Without looking back. The widening distance between them hurt more with each step.
She walked along the dirt footpath through the jungle, back to the main road, and returned to The Watch without allowing her emotions to get the better of her. It didn’t matter how much her eyes burned, or her heart stung.
“Early morning trip to the beach, Miss Rhodes?”
Aymee stopped and lifted her head, meeting Randall’s eyes. Leaning against a wall a few meters away, he wore his usual green-and-purple attire. The knives on his belt were accompanied by a holstered pistol today. Though his arms were folded across his chest, relatively far from the weapon, it added menace to his visage.
“I needed some fresh air,” she said, resuming her walk.
“A good hunter has an eye for patterns,” he said as she passed. “We have to learn the habits of the creatures we hunt to become more effective. People have habits, too. Routines they don’t often break.”
“Are you insinuating something?”
“Just observing. I couldn’t help but notice the change in your routine today, and I wanted to make sure everything was okay. There anything you want to talk to me about?”
“You’ve been here all of twelve days. What do you know of my habits?” She narrowed her eyes at him as he fell into step beside her. “I don’t find it very comforting to know you’re stalking me.”
He laughed and shook his head. “I’m not stalking you. Like I said, people just have their habits. Not hard to pick up on them, once you know what you’re looking for.”
His scrutiny was unnerving, and for once she was grateful that she’d have to wait until the next exchange. It gave her time to take precautions.
“I go to the beach when I want to think. It’s calming. Macy and I used to go when we were kids.”
“You have to walk through a stretch of jungle to get to that beach. Wouldn’t it be safer just to go to the one by the dock?”
“Like I said, we went there as children. And the beach by the docks is too distracting.”
He lifted his hands in surrender. “Fair enough. I’ve told you already, I’m not your enemy, Aymee. I just want everyone to be safe.”
Aymee closed her mouth. She didn’t want to get into the same argument with him, she didn’t want him to be her enemy, she didn’t want to deal with any of this — not now or ever. Under different circumstances, she and Randall might’ve been good friends.
But the what-ifs didn’t change the current situation.
Randall stepped in front of her, palms displayed in a supplicating gesture. “Just stop and listen to me for one minute, please?”
Frowning, she halted. “Randall—”
“I’m not starting an argument, I promise. I just wanted to say again that I’m sorry for the other night. That was not how I intended for it to go, and it was my fault. I should’ve known better with them so deep into their cups. Cyrus is my father’s friend and… Look, it may not mean much to you, but I’m pretty sure my father sent him along to keep an eye on me. I would like nothing more than to leave this place without ever seeing a kraken.”
Aymee’s brows furrowed. She searched his eyes and saw no deceit in them. “Why?”
“Because I don’t know how that encounter would turn out, and I don’t want to cause you grief.”
Though he’d made no secret of his interest in her, Aymee hadn’t believed it strong enough for him to forgo what he viewed as his duty — unless it was all a ploy. “Why? I’m one person. Isn’t your responsibility to all the people of Halora?”
“I want to believe what you say about them. I want it to be enough for me, but it’s not. It can’t be. Because men like Cyrus and my father won’t accept it.”
She stared at him; the hardness she’d noticed in his features that first night had returned. Understanding dawned on Aymee at that moment.
“It won’t be enough until one side is dead,” she said.
He nodded. “I’m not going to ask you why you really went to the beach. But I am going to tell you: be careful. If this all escalates…I don’t think I can stop it.”
Her heartbeat accelerated. Randall knew. He knew she’d gone to the beach the night before, that she hadn’t returned until now. He knew she was up to something and had inferred it was related to the kraken.
But he hadn’t seen Arkon, or else he wouldn’t be here talking to her. The dread in her gut eased, if only slightly.
She took in a deep breath and slowly exhaled. “Like I said, Randall, I went to the beach for some time alone.”
There was scrutiny in his gaze, but it was somehow gentle. “Have a good day, Miss Rhodes.” Randall turned and walked away, adding over his shoulder, “And be careful on that jungle road. Could be dangerous creatures around.”
Aymee watched until he was out of sight. By the time she got home, her nerves had only further frayed, and she thrummed with anxiety.
She stepped through the door and stopped short, nearly colliding with her father.
“Aymee!” He pulled her into a tight hug. “Where were you? You didn’t come home last night.”
She embraced him, meeting her mother’s worried eyes over his shoulder. “I was with Arkon.”
“All night?” Jeanette’s eyes widened. Unspoken words lingered in her expression; while Aymee’s parents held no prejudice against the kraken, it didn’t mean they were without reservations.
Aymee pulled back and smiled. “We were perfectly safe.”
“Aymee…” Kent ran a hand through his gray-streaked blonde hair. “It’s not safe for either of you.”
“I know.” Aymee sighed and rubbed her eyes with the heels of her hands. “I know! Everything was fine until they showed up. Now…”
Kent took hold of her shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Just be careful.”
But I am going to tell you: be careful. If this all escalates…I don’t think I can stop it.
“I am. I’m trying.”
Jeanette stepped closer. “Maybe it’s time to stop. Macy has moved on, and I know it will hurt to let her go—”
“No!” She stared at her mother, chest constricting, but it wasn’t Macy on Aymee’s mind.
“Just for now,” Jeanette amended. “Until the rangers leave.”
“They might never leave!”
“If they go long enough without finding anything, they will,” Kent said. “They’re not going to stay if there’s nothing to hunt.”
“And every time you meet with Arkon, you’re putting him in danger,” Jeanette added
gently, rubbing her palm along Aymee’s arm. “I’m sorry it has to be this way, but we don’t want anyone hurt, especially you.”
Aymee blinked, tears dripping down her cheeks.
She never cried, but God, this hurt. She felt like her entire world was shattering, the pieces falling around her feet. Worst of all…her parents were right. Aymee knew they were. She’d known from the moment she first saw Randall on that stage, and she’d still foolishly, selfishly continued to meet Arkon.
“Aymee…” Kent wiped tears from her cheek.
“I know. You’re right.” She drew in a shaky breath. “We meet in two days. I’ll tell him that it’ll be the last. I’ll tell Macy.”
“I’m sorry,” Jeanette said.
“Do you want to stay home today?” Kent asked.
Aymee shook her head. “No. I… The distraction will help.”
Kent nodded. “I’ll see you at the clinic soon, then. Take all the time you need.” He leaned forward and kissed her forehead before stepping outside.
“I need to wash up,” Aymee said.
“Are you hungry?”
“Not right now.”
“Okay. I’ll make something for you to take with you.”
“Thanks, mom.”
Aymee retreated to the bathroom, where she removed her clothes. Her skin felt gritty with sand and dried salt. For a moment, she stood in silence, a hand settled over her stomach, and recalled the way she’d felt pressed against Arkon and coiled in his embrace. He’d held her like she was the most precious thing in the world. Her skin tingled with the memory of his hesitant, curious, intimate touch.
And she’d ruined it.
She hurriedly washed, scrubbing her skin and hair, and dried off.
Stepping into her room, she dressed in a loose skirt and a short-sleeved blouse. As she buttoned her shirt, she glanced at her nightstand and froze.
Her jar of rocks lay broken on the floor, the precious stones scattered amongst shards of glass.
Numb, Aymee stepped forward, narrowly avoiding the pieces of glass. The nightstand’s bottom drawer was open. She removed the books from it one by one, hardly breathing. It wasn’t until she found the small stack of folded letters that she released a relieved sigh and sagged onto the bed.
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