“Hurry up and get to the bunker. I have to go round up my troops,” Makoa said, after finally releasing me from our embrace.
I shook my head. “I don’t want to. I wanna stay with you. I’m a great fighter. I’ve been training my entire life,” There was no way I was going to the bunker, not when Makoa’s life was in danger. I knew how great of a warrior he was, but after everything that I had experienced, I had a feeling that I would lose him too.
“Babe. I know how good you are. I’ve seen you beat half the guys on the squad,” he gently caressed my face and I smiled enjoying the feeling. “But, you can’t come,” I felt the blood drain from my face with those words. I knew he would say no, it just stung hearing it.
“Why not? You don’t trust me?” I asked, because that was the only thing I could th
