Revenants of the Past- Book Two of Selective Breeding

Part 18

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Ruma took a deep breath in and out. Her body shook as she cried. Relieving the time without everyone was one thing, to hear what her baby went through was another.

She hopped down away from Deon. When she saw Tyklyn was starting to hyperventilate. She held his head in her hands, with his head leaned back. Trying to get him to calm down.

It didn't take long. Soon he was relaxed with his eyes closed. As his head was still resting in her hands. Ruma looked over him, she shuffled her hand about, and started stroking his hair.

They had both been through the pits of things. Last thing they needed was to be on opposite sides right now. While there could be some truth to what that organization had him believe, she had a feeling they twisted his mind and he wasn't telling a full story. Though she didn't think he was purposefully lying about it.

Ruma brushed his nose with her thumb. He openned his eyes. "Let's move on from the conversation. I know how much it probably hurts,"

He nodded.

Ruma looked over to Ratok who was fading in and out of sleep. "Can I take them out?" She asked.

Ratok woke up a little. "I don't know. You'd have to ask Vassenhilo."

She pressed her lips into a fine line. "What about just around the tower?"

"That's fine," he said.

She looked back. "My room is much larger, we can get you two out of this room for a bit."

Tyklyn nodded.

The group shuffled up the stairs. Kaylo bound into the room. "I haven't been here in a while"

Ruma laughed, "I know. You were still small enough to hide under the bed then." She said hoping up on the bed, and sitting down.

Tyklyn looked around, he had been there once or twice over the many years. To fetch her for Vassenhilo or carrier back up to the room the one time Ratok wasn't on planet.

He was weary at first. Walking in. He watched Ratok shuffled under the covers and pretty much just fell asleep. He wasn't surprised, that's what he came to know of Ratok over the years he was hidden as Beskra.

"How did you get that poison?" Deon asked, as Tyklyn got to the table.

Ruma smacked his arm. "I said change subject"

"Sorry. I am curious, that's something that has been unanswered for a while."

Tyklyn held his hand up. "It's fine mom honestly." He turned back to Deon. "It was acquired by The Veiled, they will sometimes do deals within the dark trade while working to take someone down. A necessary evil."

"A necessary evil. To make people go insane and kill each other?"

"Deon," Ruma grumbled at him.

Tyklyn didn't respond to that one. They all set down eventually, Ruma started to look ill again.

Tyklyn watched Deon look her over. Tyklyn didn't know what to fully think of Deon. He sat wrong with him, but he didn't know why. As he watched how Deon treated his mother, he couldn't fully hate him. As she looked calm, and happy with him. She deserved it.

"I'm sorry for strapping you to that chair last year." Tyklyn said.

Deon looked up, "Hmm."

"I had to stay in character. I didn't realise at the time, you and my mom where." He pointed to the two of them.

"If you did would you have done anything.?"

Tyklyn shrugged, "I might have tried. But, to answer your question about the poisoning people. I'm starting to think that, the veiled, might not be as righteous as I originally thought."

Deon just shrugged, "I'm not too worried about it." He said looking down seeing a knocked out Ruma. "Looks like all but us are up now." He picked her up and dragged her over to the bed and put her with Ratok.

Tyklyn puzzled, "What do you Kaylo still u-" he turned to his brother. "Never mind."

Deon sat back down, the two staring at each other for a while. "You don't like me do you?"

"You read minds now?" Tyklyn said, settling into his seat more, and proving his feet up on the next chair. "I didn't, or don't. But I guess your coming around."

"Giving that I am the one who had you moved from the dungeon, and had your brother placed with you, I'd hoped you at least tolerate me."

Tyklyn tilted his head. "You did that?"

Deon nodded.

"Why?"

He shrugged. "Honestly no clue."

"I thought after seeing, mom alive all of that was her doing." Tyklyn looked over than back again.

"She was still. 'Dead' technically."

Tyklyn put his arm out. "Than an agreement if truce."

"You still gonna give me attitude?" Deon raised a brow.

Tyklyn chuckled. "I'm my mothers son of course your gonna get attitude."

Deon rolled his eyes. "That one was a bit of a long shot. But fine, truce." They shook hands.

Deon pointed to a card game. "Wanna play a few rounds?"

"Sure."

And the blossom of a unlikely friendship started to form.