Watching the pair leave for the Space Port to check on Mile's runabout, she sighed. She felt little emotion. In fact she was numb. First working her ass off for a well turned out Yule Party, her worry about Miles and his past. She was shocked when he told her he was going to "eat his gun" when he received the invitation thus saving his life. It was no accident that brought him to this small realm. If nothing else but to save her beloved Gwyn from that vile "Roger." She doubted that was his name. She imagined if they ran a scan on him, no doubt more acts like this was committed throughout the Galaxy. This was not his first kidnapping; he had it too well planned out. She was glad the queen finished off the bastard. The terror and anguish she felt, she had to keep under wraps just to make it through the day. She kept on saying, "Everything will be just fine." Hoping if she said it enough she would believe it.
She got the list Miles provided for dinner, pulled on her coat and went to the village. She was greeted many times; of course several wanted to talk about the kidnapping. Murelle tried to be gracious, but all she wanted to do was get the items needed and go back home.
She stood in the confectionary shop where the clerk was regaling his encounter with Roger. She shifted foot to foot as he went on about the experience. Finally, when he drew breath, she excused herself and hurried to the cottage, ignoring the greetings as she went. She couldn't talk about it, so she pushed it down further.
Back at the cottage she dropped the groceries on the counter and took off her coat. She just laid in on one of the chairs in the kitchen. She made sure the stove was well stoked and would hold its heat for quite some time. Her eyes rested on the one bottle that had been opened, but corked shut after a glass was poured. During the party no doubt. She shook her head as if she was dismissing a thought. She puttered around a little bit and without thinking, went to the counter, taking a glass from the cupboard, filling the glass up she drank a few sips. Then drank it straight down. Refilling the glass she went to the armchair. By then the alcohol had eased she felt her frayed nerves calm. Another large quaff. As a result of effects the wine and the warmth of the fire, she felt herself relax.
Tears now started to flow. She sobbed, tears coursing down her cheeks, she made no move to stop the flow with a tissue as the emotions finally caught up with her. She took another sip of the wine; Murelle sat back and stared at the fire. She slowly fell asleep, but her eyes popped open after a mind picture of the ransom note that was tacked to the porch popped into her head. The terror she felt was indescribable. Gwyn had been taken for ransom. But no! Gwyn was safe and with the one person she'd trust completely with both their lives. Miles" she owed him her life. What would have happened if he wasn't there" She was certain the queen would have been a great help, but spacers are different. Those so inclined are violent and have training of some sort. Miles, a badass marine, a trained killer, and from what she gathered he killed his share of all sorts of species. A spacer understands a spacer and Miles knew what to do. She smiled to herself and drained her glass of wine. She didn't get up but dozed in the chair until Miles and Gwyn came home.
She got the list Miles provided for dinner, pulled on her coat and went to the village. She was greeted many times; of course several wanted to talk about the kidnapping. Murelle tried to be gracious, but all she wanted to do was get the items needed and go back home.
She stood in the confectionary shop where the clerk was regaling his encounter with Roger. She shifted foot to foot as he went on about the experience. Finally, when he drew breath, she excused herself and hurried to the cottage, ignoring the greetings as she went. She couldn't talk about it, so she pushed it down further.
Back at the cottage she dropped the groceries on the counter and took off her coat. She just laid in on one of the chairs in the kitchen. She made sure the stove was well stoked and would hold its heat for quite some time. Her eyes rested on the one bottle that had been opened, but corked shut after a glass was poured. During the party no doubt. She shook her head as if she was dismissing a thought. She puttered around a little bit and without thinking, went to the counter, taking a glass from the cupboard, filling the glass up she drank a few sips. Then drank it straight down. Refilling the glass she went to the armchair. By then the alcohol had eased she felt her frayed nerves calm. Another large quaff. As a result of effects the wine and the warmth of the fire, she felt herself relax.
Tears now started to flow. She sobbed, tears coursing down her cheeks, she made no move to stop the flow with a tissue as the emotions finally caught up with her. She took another sip of the wine; Murelle sat back and stared at the fire. She slowly fell asleep, but her eyes popped open after a mind picture of the ransom note that was tacked to the porch popped into her head. The terror she felt was indescribable. Gwyn had been taken for ransom. But no! Gwyn was safe and with the one person she'd trust completely with both their lives. Miles" she owed him her life. What would have happened if he wasn't there" She was certain the queen would have been a great help, but spacers are different. Those so inclined are violent and have training of some sort. Miles, a badass marine, a trained killer, and from what she gathered he killed his share of all sorts of species. A spacer understands a spacer and Miles knew what to do. She smiled to herself and drained her glass of wine. She didn't get up but dozed in the chair until Miles and Gwyn came home.