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Chapter 23 - Aftermath

Chapter 23 – Aftermath

Fedor’s POV

There was a resolution in his eyes and before he could answer me, Martha’s voice came up from the hidden speakers, she said in that soft-spoken way that I had to remind myself that she wasn’t human “Naim is returning alone.”

Chief met him on the deck, I watched them from a distance as they discussed. I was self-conscious and while it might be paranoid for me to imagine that everyone knew what had happened last night between me and Chief, I didn’t want to be the poster child for a woman who did not know how to keep it her pants, I don’t but that wasn’t the point. I did not think this through, I blushed as I remembered how loud I was last night. Oh my God! Was it possible that everyone knew, oh my! What was I going to do? How would I handle this if it became a problem? It was always a bad idea to sleep with your boss, I groaned and wondered why I did not think about how the dynamic might change. I did not regret it, last night was the best I have ever had, was I sore? Yes, was I covered in marks? Yes, will I do it again? Absolutely. Did he regret it? He did not seem to have any reservations, the idea that he might regret it was a slap across the face.

This was not going anywhere, their expressions turned more serious the more they talked and I knew that I wasn’t getting any answers any time soon. I was a forager or an intern, and I am going to do what I was employed to do. I am a professional goddamn it! He caught me staring and threw a placating smile my way. What was that? What does that smile mean? Wow, I had become exactly the type of girl I abhorred, I was questioning anything and everything and for all I knew, my teammates could be in trouble. I did not care much what happened to Joseph, but Carlos was my favorite. Naim threw a worried glance my way, did he know? Was he judging me? Okay, Fedor! I needed to pick up meditating when I was back on land. Maybe Miss. Cecil had a point, I was too noisy for myself. They walked towards me and I hoped that my poker face was as good as I imagined.

“They thought we were part of the patriarchal movement. We need you to come with us to prove otherwise, they did not believe us when we said we had a female amongst us. It was an exhausting argument.” Naim looked like he wanted to be anywhere else.

I frowned, confused; “I thought they were vegetarians, when did they become feminists?”

“That was what Castle said and now he’s in a cell, apparently they could be anything they wanted and he had offended them by putting them in a box.” Naim said with a passion that expressed how frustrated he was, “They are offended by anything and they have the most insane rule. Do you believe that they had made us vow to eat just vegetables for three months just to lay our eyes on the parcel? I nearly wished the Bloots had gotten us.”

I chuckled, and Naim glared at me. “All I have to do is show up, is that what you are saying?”

“It is never simple with them. They might come up with another ridiculous demand like make you promise to cut your hair since it’s taking up space for the bees.” Naim raised his hands in exasperation.

“What?” I touched my hair.

“That’s an entirely different conversation. Even Kora had given up on them and he likes the sound of his own voice,” Naim waved his hand like he was not ready to repeat the conversation.