Chapter 113: Chapter 113
Dron woke with Tempest’s soft body tucked perfectly against his chest. They were on their sides, and he was the most comfortable he’d ever been in his life.
They had met in the dream world once again, but this time Tempest wasn’t as confused as she was the first time. She was used to what was happening. They spoke about the future. A future together. He was happy to talk about it with her but was unsure of what to do with the information. He didn’t want to get his hopes up when he knew there was a possibility that they might not have a future together. She still wanted to go back to Earth; at least that was the last he’d heard of it. She wanted to go home. Home without him.
Dron didn’t want to move out of the bed, but he knew that they couldn’t stay there all day. There were things that needed doing. A class of people who needed to be helped. If anything, Dron wanted to make sure that he gave Tempest the relief in knowing that he was doing all he could to make sure that she got her vengeance.
He wanted it too.
Slowly, he slipped out of Tempest’s warm embrace and growled at the feel of her body releasing him. There was a soft smacking sound as he pulled himself out of her warm core.
He pouted. He wanted to go back. It felt like perfection to him. He was becoming absolutely addicted to her. Dron wondered what he would do with himself when she was gone, when he was no longer able to release like this again.
He would be doomed to an eternity of torture, never being able to come, never being able to reach the pinnacle of pleasure. Dron didn’t even want to think about it. He would just deal with that when the time came. He hoped it wasn’t for a very long time.
"Where are you going?" Tempest asked sleepily. She hadn’t opened her eyes, but she was moving around, trying to nuzzle closer to him.
"If I don’t get out of this bed now, I don’t know I’ll have the energy to do so later." Dron leaned closer to her and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek.
"Okay, if you say so." She yawned and pulled the pillow tighter against her. Dron pulled away from her and stretched his arms over his head as he pulled himself out of the bed.
He went about his business, washing and putting on clothing.
The first thing that he needed to do was to find out exactly who was behind the destruction in the poor class. Dron had his suspicions, but he wanted to know for sure.
Gerax was already doing what he could on his end, but Dron needed to find someone who was closer to the people. Someone with metaphorical boots on the ground.
There was only one person he could think of. He didn’t want to put them in danger, but it seemed as if he were itching for a little adventure in the later stages of his life.
Dron pulled up his communicator and pulled up Maznik’s contact information. The screen was blank for a moment before Maznik’s face popped up on the screen.
"Boy, you’ve got a lot of explaining to do." Maznik sighed and squinted his eyes on the screen.
"What do you mean I’ve got explaining to do? I haven’t even said anything yet." Dron furrowed his brow.
"You didn’t have to say anything. The people in the town have said enough. They say you went on a rage-induced killing spree. That you set an entire class on fire. You destroyed a full lineage of thraqen’s."
Dron’s mouth dropped open in shock. "No. I’ve done no such thing." He didn’t know why he was so surprised by this news. It wasn’t like he didn’t already know the powers that be were going to try to pin all those deaths on him. Still, he didn’t think that it would happen so quickly. Dron had hoped that he would have enough time to get his story straight.
"Of course, I know you didn’t do it. Everyone knows you didn’t do it. Gerax has been a true champion of your honor in the past few hours."
Gerax? Dron couldn’t believe it. He didn’t think the beta male would stand up for him, but this was the second time in a short period that Gerax had stood up for what was right and, in the process, saved Dron.
He would have to thank him properly at some point.
"So what do I have to explain?" Dron questioned.
"For starters you’re going to have to explain why this is the first I’m hearing about some sort of relief effort going on in the poor class that you are at the head of and why I wasn’t invited to join along." Maznik huffed again.
Dron was right. Maznik would definitely want to help.
"Sorry for the oversight. It wasn’t planned." Dron shrugged his shoulders once.
"I’m assuming you called for a reason? Something more going on?" Maznik questioned.
"Yes, definitely something more is going on. I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind stopping by for a visit. I’d make sure that no one would see you coming in." Dron knew that even though Maznik was one of the alphas who treated him with respect, Dron didn’t want to make the man uncomfortable.
"Don’t worry about that. I’ll be there in a short while. " Maznik closed one of the communicators, and Dron sat back as he waited for the next part.
He had the deep desire to crawl back into bed with Tempest, but he wanted to be focused on the meeting he wanted to have with Maznik. If there was anyone who had the pulse of the community, it was him.
Dron leaned back on the chair and thought about the time he and Tempest spent in the dream space. If only they could have stayed there together, and then they wouldn’t have to deal with any of this. Unfortunately, life very rarely was that easy.
Dron must have been sitting there for a long while because before he knew what was happening, the doorbell was ringing.
Dron blinked a few times, turning slightly to the side to see if the blinking lights had woken Tempest. She didn’t stir.
Dron quickly rushed to the door and ushered Maznik through the door. Dron looked around just to make sure the man wasn’t being followed.
"What are you doing, kid? You think someone is going to be hiding out in the trees just waiting for me to commit societal suicide by coming to visit with you?" Maznik scoffed.
"After what I’ve seen in the poor class, I’m not putting anything past anyone." Dron closed the door and locked it.
"I guess you’re right. If it puts your mind at ease, I’m sure no one bothered to follow me."
Dron tightened his lips and nodded once. It didn’t put his mind at ease at all.
"So what did you have on your mind?" Maznik questioned as he found a seat and sat.
"I need you to tell me everything." Dron stood in front of Maznik, his hand crossed over his chest and a look of complete determination on his face.
Dron would get to the bottom of this. He had to for Tempest’s sake. And for Pinat and Aixen.
He had to do it for all those people in the poor class who don’t have a voice any longer. He would be the savior none of them ever thought he could be.
