Ka'Cit's Haven - Page 187

“Nee-ya?” The utter hope in Ka’Cit’s voice, the disbelief, the shock—it knocked Nia out of her element for a second. “How are you here? You shouldn’t be here.”

His eyes darted to the door behind her, the fear growing in that green pool of his. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“I came for you.”

Her words brought another level of shock to his system, it was clear.

She hadn’t seen those diopside eyes in weeks, but she was still just as good at reading them. And he wasn’t hiding his emotions behind a wall at the moment.

Right now, they were raw and at the surface.

Movement to her side caught her attention and she realized Herza was trying to pull a blade from her hip.

Nia trained the gun on the female.

“I’ve already dealt with the guards in the next room. One wrong move and I’ll have to take care of you too. I don’t want to do that.”

“You what?” Ka’Cit asked, his voice growing incredulous.

Herza dropped her hands to her sides but the look in her eyes spat venom.

Nia turned her attention back to Ka’Cit and began heading his way to release him, but there was movement in her peripheral vision once more.

Herza moved quickly, but not quickly enough.

It was pure instinct at this point. Reflex.

The gun swung in her hands as she fired, hitting the female Merssi in the side.

Herza let out a scream and clutched the spot where the bullet had seared her flesh.

The blade she was carrying fell from her hands to clank on the floor as her body fell beside it, writhing.

Nia let out a sigh. “I told you not to move.”

“Phek,” she heard Ka’Cit say. “This isn’t a hallucination. Nee-ya is really here.”

That made Nia turn in his direction and she marched right up to him.

“You.” She pointed the gun at his head but the look in his eyes was so filled with awe that it didn’t seem to register.

Awe and longing.

Suddenly, all the pent-up emotions from the past few weeks came crashing down and she only managed to stifle a sob as she plastered herself against him, wrapping her arms around his torso.

“Nee-ya,” he said.

“You asshole.” She gripped him tighter.

“I—What?”

She simply sniffed against him and held on to him.

For a few moments, he stiffened against her before she felt him struggling against his restraints.

She was just about to help him out of them when his arms closed around her.

Nia stifled a chuckle this time. “You could have gotten out all along?”