Chapter 233: Delivery
Da’kea’s question seemed to echo through the hallway as I continued to scratch Princess under her chin. I looked up at the male, not too sure how to explain things. Hell, I didn’t even know what was going on... the only thing going through my head was, "A happy queen won’t be mean."
It was a stupid chant, one that really didn’t mean anything, but all I could think about was the Queen of Hearts ordering her guards to take off the heads of anyone who displeased her. And technically, this queen wouldn’t need any help in that matter. I had literally seen her do it twice in the space of about five to ten minutes.
"We are keeping the Istar queen happy and content," I said slowly with a smile on my face. I looked at the five males in front of me. At least GA and Midnight understood where I was coming from. They had at least seen the other female in action.
"It’s an extremely important thing," agreed Midnight, nodding his head. His grip on Tha’juen never wavered for an instant.
"Now, Princess," I said, turning my attention back to the Istar queen in front of me. "Is it possible for the guy to figure out where this jamming device is so that we can contact our other ship?" I asked, a strained smile on my face.
The three Istar queens that took three of my males to kill were nothing more than child’s play to the one beside me right now. I knew damn well we wouldn’t have a chance of getting off this ship if she didn’t let us.
But then again, this was Princess, and something inside of me really didn’t want to kill her at all.
So, what should my next step be?
Princess let out a low purr and nodded her head as I moved my scratching from under her chin and down her neck. I didn’t know if she was approving the guys searching for the jamming device or the newest spot that I had found to scratch, but either way, I nodded my head to the five, hoping that they would get the hint and disappear.
Unfortunately, with my helmet still on, they weren’t getting the message that my eyes were sending them.
"Hurry," I hissed, sounding a lot like Da’kea right then, and once again, cocked my head down the hall behind me.
Ye’tab, the smartest one of the lot, bolted down the creepy hallway with GA, Midnight, and Tha’juen following quickly after him. Da’kea, however, refused to leave me.
Folding his arms across his chest, he simply appeared to stare at me. "She needs to die," said the absolutely stupid, most idiotic male I had ever had the misfortune of choosing. "You know that, right?"
What was that quote again? "I’m not afraid of god-like opponents, only pig-like teammates?" Yeah, that’s the one. And right now, Da’kea was being a fucking pig teammate.
"Sweetheart," I said through gritted teeth, feeling the Istar queen tensing under my hand. I brought my second hand on the other side of her neck and continued to scratch her even harder, hoping to distract her. "Not only is she Princess, but she can also understand you."
"She is an Istar creature. She cannot be allowed to live," replied Da’kea, almost putting his foot down. The string of curses that I let out would have been enough to make a sailor blush, and yet, thanks to the language barrier, the male didn’t understand a single word of what I said.
"She is Princess," I repeated. "She has saved my life more than once, and I cannot, will not kill her."
"She cannot be allowed to live!" shot back Da’kea. "Her kind is responsible for the eradication of planets! She needs to die."
I sighed, wishing that I could rub the throbbing point in between my eyebrows that was warning me of an incoming headache. This was why it was a bad idea to become attached to things. Or people. I liked Da’kea; he made me feel secure and safe in a way that the others did not. With him, it was like even if the sky was falling, he would be there to hold it up for me.
His confidence, his patience, everything about him screamed that he was... peace.
I don’t know if that was the right word for what he made me feel, but it was as close as I could describe.
And yet, right now, he was so infuriating that I wanted to pop his head off myself.
I was not going to simply let Princess kill him for what he was suggesting, and I did understand where he was coming from, but still...
"What if we gave her the ship?" I suggested. Well, it was more of a statement than a question, but I wanted to make him think that he had some type of say in the matter.
"Give her the ship?" asked Da’kea, cocking his head to the side.
"Yes," I answered with a definitive nod. "We’ll give her this ship. Once the jamming device is turned off, Sha Shou should be able to come back online. She can make sure that Princess stays on it and doesn’t get into too much trouble."
"That seems cruel, even for you," muttered Da’kea, shifting his weight.
"How is giving her her own ship cruel?" I asked, now more than a little confused.
Princess’ head was darting between me and Da’kea, seemingly following our conversation. She nodded when I asked my question, so I could only assume that she was wondering the same thing.
"Having her starve to death would take decades," explained Da’kea like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Why would she starve to death?" I asked, and both Princess and I cocked our heads to the side to look at the male. I had stopped scratching her neck, too confused to figure out the conversation and scratch her at the same time.
"If she is not leaving the ship, where is she going to get her food from?" demanded the Saalistaja males.
"Delivery," I answered with a shrug. "I mean, there are a lot of chickens and monkeys out in the universe, or so I am learning."
