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Talyn had chosen Crais. That thought boggled John Crichton��s mind until he finally concluded that the young Leviathan��s choice was a result of Stockholm syndrome rather than free will. Hopefully Talyn would outgrow Crais like a bad habit.
He started walking away from the hanger to join D��Argo, Chiana and Rygel, his thoughts in chaos. Aeryn had gone with Crais, and John feared what would happen between them. He did not doubt Aeryn��s abilities for so much as a microt, but even the best can be taken by surprise. She might be hurt or killed, or even decide to accompany Crais in order to protect Talyn.
He might never see her again.
John leaned against a wall. He still had not really recovered from the ordeal of the Aurora chair and it seemed Scorpius would not let up. Though he seldom spoke on the matter, Gilina��s death had hit him hard and if it was not for Aeryn��s advice and support he might have been headed for serious emotional trouble. When he had first met Aeryn he would have bet everything that his chances of winning the lottery were better than his chances with her, but somewhere along the way the odds lowered. He closed his eyes and recalled how it felt the first time they had kissed, it felt so incredibly right and yet he was unsure how the prickly ex-Peacekeeper thought about the experience until some time later.
It sometimes appeared that he was jinxed when it came to women, Human, Sebaccean or other. Just when he found someone he wanted to spend his life with, things went askew. He had been on the verge of proposing marriage to Alex , even having the ring and a bottle of good champagne tucked under the bed, when she dropped a bombshell on him. Instead of seeing the surprised expression on her face when he pulled out the ring and popped the question, the evening had quickly turned awkward and uncomfortable.
Then Aeryn had stolen his heart. He had never used that particular expression, though the likely bewildered expression on her face made him almost smile. He just hoped that their lack of good-byes would prove to be the good luck charm that it had been before.