"Nollette." Marcel's eyes narrowed, his stare pinning her to the spot. "Please tell me you're not serious."
His fears were confirmed when she flinched, her eyes usually full of mischief and laughter lowered beneath thick lashes. "I am."
Fuck. One heartbeat was all it took, one deep breath to close the distance, his hand clasped around hers before the two vanished. Several moments later a soft thud was heard as Nollette fell face first into vibrant green grass. She cursed under her breath as she pushed herself up, the glare she shot him while dusting the dirt from her gown was met with an amused chuckle.
The air felt different here, tasted different. A salty brine assaulted the woman's senses and her eyes widened. Her head jerked, taking in the scenery and landscape.
A small Hingan style home sat several fulms away, nestled between two hills. An immediate recognition shattered the already tentative calm she had willed herself into. "No." She ground out, her hands gripping the grass until her knuckles were white.
"Yes." Marcel argued, his expression unreadable. Whether or not he regretted this was a question she was sure would never be answered.
"I told you I never wanted to see him again!" Her anger was palpable, causing the Viera to flinch.
"It's a little late for that, Nol." His tone had softened, "We're going to need his help. You two got along once. Do it again."
She started to speak, but his interruption stopped her, "You and I both know what could happen."
