The Last Spartan – Chapter Thirty

Seriously, I don’t own Firefly. If I did, though, oh boy! As it is, though, I just right for the fun of it.

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“Yes?” He listened, and River felt his anger before his face reddened.

“Is this part of. . .I see. Tell Neera once it’s dealt with, to find me. And have Jax Jersix report to me at once.” Janos replaced the comm receiver and looked at River.

“There is yet another intrusion upon the grounds,” he informed her bluntly. “It’s been dealt with, but one of my men is dead, and another three are wounded to one degree or another. Nettles has much to answer for.”

“Do not let anger guide you,” River warned, stripping her own bloody clothing off, and walking into the bathroom. “Use your wisdom.”

“I will use something far more powerful than my wisdom. Please remain here until I send for you, meus rosea,” he asked her softly. “I cannot bear another loss this night. But I would give it all for you. I will send someone to escort you down whenever you are ready, and I’m sure it’s safe.”

“I know you did well, tonight,” he raised a hand to forestall the coming objections, “but you are still weak, and you have yet to master yourself entirely. Please, for me, do this.” River’s face softened, and she nodded.

“For you,” she agreed.

“Thank you,” he sighed in relief, and bent his head to kiss her gently. “I am sorry that our night was so ruined. I can only promise you that those responsible will pay dearly for it. And more so if. . .” He couldn’t speak the words, instead resting his forehead against hers for a moment.

“I know,” River shuddered at the thought of Inara’s dying. “I know.”

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Jersix knew he was in trouble, but he hadn’t know it was that bad. His team had been in charge of house security for the party. And now one Lord Janos’ closest friends was wounded, and rumored to be dying.

His thoughts returned to business as his boss walked into the room. Stalked would likely have been a better term.

None of the crew from Serenity would have re