How else would the mallakwats have known to be here and take down the caltronian? Shit. He’d demand to know why she was there, why she’d left his people. How was she going to explain her way out of this one? Genesis galloped to her on his mount then swung to the ground even before he’d shouted the command to stop. His eyes glittered fiercely as he swept her into his arms. She winced as pain coursed through her, but the tears streaming down her face were happy tears, tempered only a little by shame. He swore savagely under his breath at seeing her blistered feet and battered body, but then he was whispering sweet words of reassurance and pressing kisses on her brow. “I thought I was too late,” he said hoarsely, his eyes filled with the deepest kind of emotion. Love. Adoration. Thankfulness. No, my darling, I’m the one who is too late. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “For everything.” His gaze darkened, for a moment giving her a glimpse of the magnitude of her wrongs before utter, stark relief returned in his eyes.
