Chapter 86

Purple irises became visible under the veil of unusually dark lashes for someone of her coloring. Syn wiggled in Zaron’s arms.

“Naffie? Fix what up? Sir, eh, TeZaron, could you let me down. I believe I can walk by myself,” Syn said in a groggy voice.

“Why walk, Pa Chette, when I can carry you? Since you are our bonded I think you can drop the honorific, Te.”

“Syn, Cynthia Sinclair.”

“You bristled with energy when I first laid eyes on you. Deep inside, I knew you belonged to us, yet I never expected to be able to bond again so I dismissed the attraction. Forgive me, both of you, for my stupidity. My refusal to recognize the signs cost us time to prepare our Pa Chette for what is to come.”

::Naffie, what is a Pa Chette?::Bron smiled as Cynthia effortlessly slipped into mind speech.

“The translation program has no Earthen word for this animal. Wait, I know…” Naffie giggled.