Chapter 9 Teaser!

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“Tassius?” She called, hoping she
didn’t sound too anxious. The last thing she wanted was to add to his stress.
There was no answer, but after another minute of standing there, the door
opened.

Without waiting for an invitation,
Gwen stepped inside. Tassius was sitting on the end of his bed, naked. He was
staring at the floor, arms on his knees, and his entire posture radiated
exhaustion and defeat.

Gwen felt her chest ache, and
before she knew it, she was sitting next to him on the bed. She wanted to reach
for him, but wasn’t sure if turians sought physical comfort the same way humans
did when they were upset.

Slowly, she moved her hand, so it
rested next to Tassius’s leg, allowing him to decide if he wanted to touch.
After what seemed like an eternity of silence, he sighed, a sad keen in his
vocals.

He moved a hand off his knee to
hold her own comparably small one, giving it a small squeeze. Gwen edged
closer, getting up onto her knees so she could wrap her arms around his neck,
and nestle her head against his own.