them both. “You are sisters?”
“Yeah, hard to believe, huh? What is she talking about?” she asked.
Koran clasped hold of her shoulders, turning her. “Mila, look at me.”
She raised her gaze up to his. “You had her lipstick on your cheek. I thought the two of you…”
“She kissed me. It just brought home how wrong it was to be near her. You are my mate, Mila. I felt it when we kissed.”
“You kissed and didn’t tell me?” Aline accused.
“This is a conversation we should have in private,” he replied.
“Oh please, don’t let me bother you.” Aline stood, wobbling. “I’ll leave you in privacy.”
She moved towards the door and took two tries to open it. Mila looked after her worriedly. “I need to go with her, she shouldn’t be walking around alone.”
“I will escort you both.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea right now. Her quarters aren’t far away. I’ll stay with her tonight.”
He nodded, clearly reluctant. “I will allow you to go with her if you promise that you will go nowhere alone. You are important, Mila.”
Her breath caught in her throat. “I-I’ll see you tomorrow. We have a murderer to catch.”
And a lot of talking to do.
Chapter Six
Mila tried to calm the butterflies in her stomach as she stood outside the Zerconian warriors quarters and knocked on the door. She had a headache she couldn’t shake. Although, she bet Aline would feel ten times worse when she finally woke up.
Last night had been exhausting and heartbreaking. Finding Sally’s body, Darac being accused of murder, then listening to Aline go back and forth between laughter and disbelief over Koran choosing Mila. Talk about a blow to her self-esteem, and it had never been that robust in the first place. She’d only found the courage to turn up here this morning because Darac needed her.
And she wanted to know if it was true. Was she Koran’s mate?
The possibility that he’d lied to avoid Aline’s advances occurred to her at around five a.m. She was fully expecting him to ask her to go along with his lies until he was well away from Aline. She knew how persistent her sister could be.
So her plan? Pre-empt him. Before he could start explaining his reasons, she was going to tell him she understood and that it was fine. She wouldn’t reveal his lies.
Yep, that’s what she would do.
The door opened and he stood there, staring down at her. Immediately, her heart raced her body warming in his presence. Damn, how did he manage to turn her on with just a look?
It was embarrassing. She just hoped he didn’t realize how aroused she was.
“You look exhausted. You should be in bed,” he told her bluntly.
“Good morning to you, too,” she said dryly. “I couldn’t sleep.” Did she look that bad?
He frowned. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you, Mila.”
It wasn’t worry about being harmed that had kept her awake. It was the memory of Sally’s dead eyes. The thought of never hearing her friend laugh again, of not having a chat over coffee and cake.
And when she did sleep the dreams came. Erotic, arousing dreams that had her waking in a state of total need.
“I’m not scared,” she told him. “Just eager to get started.”
“Your eyes are puffy and red.”
That’s what happened when you cried for hours. Obviously, she needed better make-up.
“Can I come in?” she asked.
He stepped inside. “How are your hands?”
“They’re fine.”
“You need to be more careful.”
Inside, there was a sober air.
“I’m sorry you’re all confined to quarters,” she said, glancing around at them all. “I’ve made certain food will be delivered. It will be left outside the door.”
“None of this is your fault, Mila,” Jaxan said. “Just find out who really killed Sally.”
The others nodded.
“Why did the killer frame Darac?” Safan asked.
She frowned. “Why was Darac in Sally’s bedroom? He said something about a note?”
“He received a note