Chapter 9: _ The Meeting
The weight of it all was thick enough to chew on as Rhett stared at Farkas. But revealing the existence of his second mate – Isleen was simply not an option. Not yet.
It would destroy his relationship with Kylo. An already faltering and frail relationship. How inevitable it was even more derailing – making Rhett feel as powerless as a candle in a storm.
Yet, there was nothing he could do. Absolutely nothing. This was beyond him – beyond them all.
It's nothing, Farkas," Rhett finally murmured, forcing a convincing smile. "Just a gut feeling. Maybe I am getting old and rusty. Besides, those fairies didn't seem threatening, just – odd. It wouldn't hurt to keep an eye on them."
Farkas laughed. "Old? You are just a forty-one-year-old man who looks thirty."
When Rhett didn't respond or react, Farkas narrowed his eyes now and got serious, "The fairies are odd, how? Elaborate."
Rhett searched for a plausible explanation. "As I've aforementioned, one seemed oddly confident – almost arrogant, while the other was timid and nervous. It felt — staged, maybe they were trying too hard to appear innocent."
"And this is enough to warrant surveillance?"
Rhett pressed his temples. This wasn't working. He needed to deflect – to change the subject.