Chapitre 89: Speak Falsely  

Ba'dqeel had no desire to become the Rein, and the Rein knew that…

Right?

"Anyways," Ba'dqeel grunted, looking at the four males in front of him. "Whether or not I have traitors on my ship is not the point."

"No," countered Zua'the. "That is exactly the point. If we can't trust anyone not to come in and take her again, how are we supposed to do our jobs?"

"You can leave looking after our mate to Axis, Pure, and myself," said Ma'stbaut. "Even if you can't be around, we can be. It's not like we have any responsibilities on your ship that can draw us away, anyway."

"My quarters are not big enough for the seven of us to live in," grunted Ba'dqeel. "I'll find personal quarters nearby for everyone."

"Not happening," chuckled He'dtaalh. "You tried that once before, and it blew up in your face spectacularly. By the way, have you apologized to her for that whole fascial?"