‘Sounds like the threat Tewa and the Solanites pose is more significant than we think.’
Zolan clenched his fists, his jaw set as he contemplated the implications of Kaal’s discovery.
‘We can’t let them freakin’ win,’ he declared. ‘They’ve sewn enough chaos and destruction.’
Mak nodded. ‘We need to act with swift, zerofokks. Saba, Shiloh, let’s put our plan in motion first. Kaal, do what you must with your access to Solanite’s comms.’
Saba and Shiloh shared a glance before turning back to Mak, their twin hearts unwavering.
‘We’re with you,’ Saba said, squeezing Shiloh’s hand.
As both leaders continued to discuss the agreement’s terms, a sense of unease eased in the pit of Saba’s stomach.
The stakes were high, and the consequences of failure loomed.
Despite the risks, this new alliance would be the key to uniting two former warring clans against their true enemies.
Only time would tell if this fragile partnership would withstand the trials ahead or crumble under the strain of old grudges and fresh betrayals.
For now, however, a flicker of hope shone through in this moment of brittle truce.
Chapter 35
MAK
Kaal, Saba, and Mak left Shiloh and Zolan in the living room, knowing the couple had a score to settle.
Zolan had to explain his missteps to his woman, but Mak hoped they would resolve their differences.
Kaal settled in Zolan’s dining room to continue his review of Zolan’s networks to sniff out any more rogue Solanite code.
Mak took Saba’s hand and led her past the sliding doors and outside into the lush grounds.
He sat, with care, on a garden seat and pulled her next to him.
They stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment.
‘Hell, what a day, hey?’ Mak murmured.
She nodded, her eyes reflecting the same sentiment. ‘Despite everything, you’re alive and safe.’
Mak’s heart lurched at her words.
‘You do give afokkwhat happens to me,’ he growled.
‘Of course, my love,’ she said, taking his free arm and holding his palm to her cheek. ‘You mean the world to me.’
She gazed at him, her face open and vulnerable.
‘Why’s that?’ he pushed, knowing what he wanted to hear.
She tilted her head.
His gaze traced the soft curves of her lips, which parted as she spoke. When her eyes closed, her lashes cast delicate shadows on her cheeks.
When she turned her head, the light caught her hair, turning it into a halo of golden strands.
She was so beautiful, his heart lurched.
