His uniform was creased and his eyes drooped with fatigue. Torkel rose from the sofa as soon as he heard her approach. Unsure if she had the right to wear her own clothing, she continued to wear the hated tan jumper she’d been issued. Faye pushed the thick length back and padded into the living room. Her hair was a mess but nothing like the tangles she’d had to work through after her rescue. She used the cleansing room and splashed water on her face. Confused she sat up, the hazy memory of Torkel holding her teased at the edges of her mind. Tonight was the last night he planned to go through this.įaye woke alone. Torkel had a ton of if onlys and he tired of them. Memories of holding her like this many nights before played havoc with his mind and heart. His erection was inevitable but Torkel ignored it and closed his eyes. Tense muscles relaxed as she sighed and pushed back into the cradle of his hips. He curled his arms around her from behind and propped his chin on top of her head to keep her safe. Torkel slid into the bed and tugged the covers back up. Wet tracks rolled down her cheeks but she wasn’t screaming. He crossed over to the side of the bed irresistibly drawn to her. His heart clenched at the sight of her anguish. Faye huddled in a ball, arms around her knees which she’d jammed close to her chest. He rose to his feet instantly and stood in the doorway to the bedroom between one breath and the next. Torkel was at the stage between light awareness and deep sleep when he heard her. Not the most comfortable of positions to sleep he’d learned. Unable to succumb to his desires, he left the door cracked to hear if she cried out and headed to the living area where he stretched out on the sofa, legs dangling over the arms.
Keeping back the dark nightmares she refused to speak of.įaye rolled over, tangling the covers about her legs. He needed to be back in their bed holding her.
Each evening once she settled down, he came into the room as she drifted off. As he had on previous occasions, Torkel entered the bedroom to watch her sleep. He couldn’t send her back to the detainment room alone knowing the torment she suffered during the night.Īfter a lengthy briefing with his teams and the Commander via vid-conference, Torkel returned to his quarters later than usual. Neither of them spoke of her returning to the cell. Torkel watched the two flounder as they attempted to rebuild what was broken. Jaron kept his eyes on her as well, occasionally coming to Torkel’s quarters at night under the pretext of speaking about their missions. Gradually, his men drawn by her air of despair made small overtures toward her which she shyly accepted. Hesitant and clearly uncomfortable she sat quietly while they laughed and played.
He watched her in the rec room among his teams. He watched her in the mornings as she puttered around and ate when reminded. Over the next few days, Torkel watched Faye.
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