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again and a reluctant grin pulled at Warren’s lips.
“No.”
“Thank god. Could’ve been ugly.”
“Seriously, am I going to have any problems?”
“Do you know who we are?” Mea watched him carefully.
“Mea, Regan, Stone,” he said, looking at each in turn.
Mea couldn’t see if the ex-convict reacted to this at all. His stoicism was starting to get on her nerves. “There won’t be any problems, Warren. Seriously.”
“Except for the usual, of course.” Ema’s voice was droll. “Mea, stop talking and hold still. I have to do your face.”
Mea closed her eyes as golden beams danced around her mouth. This healing didn't take very long. When she opened her eyes, Regan was leaning over, so close that Mea could see golden tips at the ends of her lashes.
“That is so cool.”
Mea smiled up at her. “Never saw an EMU before?”
“Not up close. And doing that.”
Chuckling, Mea sat up, working her shoulder gingerly. “Thanks Ema, feels good. You do great work.”
“Try to remember that next time you feel like pulling me.”
Shaking her head, she rose from the table. The infirmary was empty but for the two of them. “Where’d the boys go?”’
Her only response from Regan was the usual shrug.
“Well, let’s get you to bed. You hungry?”
“Naw. I ate too many cookies.”
“Bite your tongue! You can never have too many cookies. Are you a kid or what?”
The girl grinned at her teasing and took the lead when they left the infirmary.
“Did you get a chance to explore the ship?”
“Only a little.”
“Maybe we can do that tomorrow after we take care of Bragan.”
“What are you gonna do to him?” The expression Regan shot over her shoulder was much too serious for such a young person.
Mea could’ve kicked herself for bringing it up again—she preferred to see this child laugh. “We’ll improvise.” She keyed open the door to Regan’s sleeping quarters and propelled the girl through. “To bed with you.”
Mea watched in amusement as the child kicked off her shoes and crawled onto the bed, snuggling under the blanket like a kitten finding a warm spot.
“Goodnight, Regan.”
“Wait, Mea…?”
“Yes?”
Regan sat up on one elbow, plucking self-consciously at the covers. “Could you… Could you sing that song again?”
Mea felt a band constricting her chest. “You mean the lullaby?”
“Yeah. Please?” Regan peeked up through her lashes.
Buffeted by that pleading look, Mea knew she wasn’t going to be able to say no. Stepping into the room and letting the door close behind her, she moved through the dim room and hoped the darkness would cover the emotions she couldn’t suppress. Finding the bed, she sank down next to Regan. “My mother used to sing that to me when I was a little girl.” She heard the roughness in her voice and cleared her throat as small fingers wrapped around hers. “She had a beautiful voice.”
“Katie used to sing sometimes, but she didn’t always remember the words.”
Mea heard the same roughness in the girl’s tone and was astounded to find that she wanted to sing the lullaby again. So she did.
“Little Angel fold your wings
Come to me as last light sings
Against my heart rest your head
And let my arms be your bed.
“Sweetest Angel don't you fear
I will let no harm draw near
So when shadows fall to night
Close your eyes and dream of light.
“Little Angel sleeping true
In love's hold I promise you
We will never be apart
My little angel, my heart.”
Chapter 6
Mea stood swaying next to her bed, warm from a shower and tempted as hell to just drop down onto the soft cushion. Responsibility nagged at her though.
“It’ll only take a minute,” she muttered, grabbing a wrap to cover her nakedness. Stepping out of her room, she skidded to a stop before she ran into Warren.
He frowned down at her. “I thought you were in bed.”
“Need to check the cargo.”
“You look exhausted. Check ‘em
“No.”
“Thank god. Could’ve been ugly.”
“Seriously, am I going to have any problems?”
“Do you know who we are?” Mea watched him carefully.
“Mea, Regan, Stone,” he said, looking at each in turn.
Mea couldn’t see if the ex-convict reacted to this at all. His stoicism was starting to get on her nerves. “There won’t be any problems, Warren. Seriously.”
“Except for the usual, of course.” Ema’s voice was droll. “Mea, stop talking and hold still. I have to do your face.”
Mea closed her eyes as golden beams danced around her mouth. This healing didn't take very long. When she opened her eyes, Regan was leaning over, so close that Mea could see golden tips at the ends of her lashes.
“That is so cool.”
Mea smiled up at her. “Never saw an EMU before?”
“Not up close. And doing that.”
Chuckling, Mea sat up, working her shoulder gingerly. “Thanks Ema, feels good. You do great work.”
“Try to remember that next time you feel like pulling me.”
Shaking her head, she rose from the table. The infirmary was empty but for the two of them. “Where’d the boys go?”’
Her only response from Regan was the usual shrug.
“Well, let’s get you to bed. You hungry?”
“Naw. I ate too many cookies.”
“Bite your tongue! You can never have too many cookies. Are you a kid or what?”
The girl grinned at her teasing and took the lead when they left the infirmary.
“Did you get a chance to explore the ship?”
“Only a little.”
“Maybe we can do that tomorrow after we take care of Bragan.”
“What are you gonna do to him?” The expression Regan shot over her shoulder was much too serious for such a young person.
Mea could’ve kicked herself for bringing it up again—she preferred to see this child laugh. “We’ll improvise.” She keyed open the door to Regan’s sleeping quarters and propelled the girl through. “To bed with you.”
Mea watched in amusement as the child kicked off her shoes and crawled onto the bed, snuggling under the blanket like a kitten finding a warm spot.
“Goodnight, Regan.”
“Wait, Mea…?”
“Yes?”
Regan sat up on one elbow, plucking self-consciously at the covers. “Could you… Could you sing that song again?”
Mea felt a band constricting her chest. “You mean the lullaby?”
“Yeah. Please?” Regan peeked up through her lashes.
Buffeted by that pleading look, Mea knew she wasn’t going to be able to say no. Stepping into the room and letting the door close behind her, she moved through the dim room and hoped the darkness would cover the emotions she couldn’t suppress. Finding the bed, she sank down next to Regan. “My mother used to sing that to me when I was a little girl.” She heard the roughness in her voice and cleared her throat as small fingers wrapped around hers. “She had a beautiful voice.”
“Katie used to sing sometimes, but she didn’t always remember the words.”
Mea heard the same roughness in the girl’s tone and was astounded to find that she wanted to sing the lullaby again. So she did.
“Little Angel fold your wings
Come to me as last light sings
Against my heart rest your head
And let my arms be your bed.
“Sweetest Angel don't you fear
I will let no harm draw near
So when shadows fall to night
Close your eyes and dream of light.
“Little Angel sleeping true
In love's hold I promise you
We will never be apart
My little angel, my heart.”
Chapter 6
Mea stood swaying next to her bed, warm from a shower and tempted as hell to just drop down onto the soft cushion. Responsibility nagged at her though.
“It’ll only take a minute,” she muttered, grabbing a wrap to cover her nakedness. Stepping out of her room, she skidded to a stop before she ran into Warren.
He frowned down at her. “I thought you were in bed.”
“Need to check the cargo.”
“You look exhausted. Check ‘em
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