[Save Yourself, My Darling]
Male oc x fem! Oc
Star Trek reboot
Cover by bayports
Gold Winner for Phoenix Awards
Book 1 in the TO THE STARS AND BEYOND SERIES
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—|nothing left to lose|—
'Be very careful of these rumors that are whispered in these hall'
'Be careful what you say.'
'Do what's necessary!'
'Live in the truth!
'Listen to me, always!
'I am the only friend you need. We understand each other!
"Do what you must."
'Demitria is a traitor now.
'Finish the job. Do your duty.'
Viper heard Arik's word echo inside his heart. He found himself drawing back a fistful of frustration at his own hesitation from opening the prison door. His mind was focused in maintains his composure.
It all had been a false love. That's what he kept trying to tell himself.
However, parts of his heart bled into wanting to give her mercy, staining the duty he was supposed to follow.
Acting like she'd actually found a way into his melancholy and isolated heart of stone. Her comfort and words had undone him in ways he couldn't describe.
He had followed Arik's orders centuries ago.
Make a vulnerable girl fall in love with you and persuade her to join his inventions.
He'd done so. He found Demitria in a flower shop, working with bundling petunias of all sorts of hues into a bouquet. She had the smile and grace of a beautiful angel, she'd seemed like easy prey.
That was of course before her kind manners and sweet heart melted some distant parts of his body.
Immensely meaningful words of wisdom about keeping calm. She had only been technically an ally, not a love in his life.
He couldn't have actually loved her.
She'd fallen in love with him, he didn't with her.
But didn't I? At some point?
Foolish thinking. His mind and heart were at war when he finally raised a commanding hand to the guards to open the prison door. Inhaling a deep breath, trying to compose himself one more time.
He could still feel her hands in his, see her smile in front of his eyes like a dream. The confusion in his true feelings tore at his should like fire scorching his soul. Like hellfire tearing at skin.
His duty was to Arik, not to Demitria. She'd betrayed him and everyone else that she was considered family to.
Anya had been a most admirable overachiever that he wished could've been given a chance before she ran away from his grasp of tracking.
