Chapter 872: A Hero’s Timing
Yala’s tragic story struck a chord with Orion. He, too, had lost his parents at a young age. Though he hailed from Earth, the time he spent with his parents and sister was his most treasured memory.
He gazed at the vast, starry sky, wondering silently: Where did my parents go? Why hasn’t there been a single clue after all this time? Even the smallest hint would do.
But his only answer was the sigh in his own heart, and the countless stars spread across the night sky.
Orion reached out and pulled the curled-up Yala into his arms, letting her rest against him.
"Here," he said softly, his tone gentle. "You can borrow my lap, shoulder, or chest for a while."
The action was a bit forward, but after hearing Orion’s words, Yala, who had been about to struggle, gave up her resistance and let him hold her.
In truth, the potent masculine scent that washed over her had already left her flustered, and with the painful memories of her past resurfacing, she simply let herself collapse against his lap.
At another campfire nearby.
"Borg, is that the ’chaste and virtuous woman’ you were talking about?" Robert’s eyes were locked on Orion in the distance.
Yala was now lying across Orion’s lap, in a posture that looked very much like she was performing oral sex on him. As one of Yala’s pursuers, Robert was seething with rage.
He felt as if he had been insulted, as if his woman were being defiled by another man.
"Robert, what Yala wants to do is her own freedom," Borg said, his voice low. "Besides, you should know better than I what kind of woman she is."