Months on from the death of the Benefactor's agents, Reyes decides on a path for himself now that he no longer has to hide his identity, and Cerys, Reyes and Harry make some big decisions about their future together.
For kinktober, I'd love to request Roleplaying and Praise kink rolled into one for Harry x fRyder pretty please!
Kinktober 2024 Day 10
Callgirl
I HAD A BLAST WITH THIS PROMPT AND FINISHED IT BACK IN FEBRUARY. I have been sitting on it for months until it was time and I can finally share it!
Marlo has had this secret roleplay fantasy floating around her head forever and finally gets a chance to try it out with Harry when he makes his way to Kadara…AO3
My prompt list can be found here.
Tags: Roleplaying, Dirty Talk, Strangers in a Bar, Concealed Identity
Marlo caught sight of her reflection in the darkened glass of the door of Kralla’s Song and smiled. She’d spent all day getting ready for this—including spending the first part of the morning dyeing the light pink ends of her hair back to her natural dark brown color, diffusing and styling it. She was even wearing contacts to disguise her eye color, so if anyone recognized her as the Pathfinder, she’d be very impressed…and maybe a little miffed that they were looking at her face, which would mean the dress wasn’t doing its job of highlighting her body. She had forgone her usual pinks, both in her outfit and her lipstick, and donned a pair of red velvet elbow length gloves and matching dress that stopped mid-calf and flared at the knee with a built in choker and cutouts at her hips that showed off her tattoo and at her breasts, leaving her cleavage barely covered. Several chains draped across each hip as well as the space in between, across her cleavage and over her bare shoulders. She had a red rose brooch pinned between her breasts to draw attention, and a pair of strappy red heels completed the look.
Harry wasn’t going to know what hit him.
Marlo squared her shoulders, bringing herself up to her full height, a few of the bar patrons turning to look at her as she passed, ogling her, her dress making her stick out like a sore thumb among this crowd. She felt beautiful and powerful and wanted—the lust in several eyes was a massive ego boost, but Harry was her singular focus. He was sitting at the bar, dressed to the nines in a deep blue three piece suit, drumming his fingers against the sleek bar top and nursing what she could only assume was a scotch and water—his drink of choice. Her gaze roved over his body, taking it all in and eyeing him hungrily; she’d never seen him in a suit or a tie before, and he looked downright delicious as she sauntered towards him.
“Mr. Carlyle?”
It was a little odd not to hear ‘Dr.’ before his last name—he’d worked hard for that title and usually preferred people to use it, but from Marlo’s lips, he found he didn’t mind. Harry turned from the bar and swore under his breath, gripping his glass so hard his knuckles turned white before downing the remaining alcohol in one swig. His gaze flicked down her body, lingering on every inch of her exposed skin, undressing her with his eyes, and she flushed a little under his intensity. She leaned a little closer, watching him from under her dark lashes, Harry inhaling sharply and catching a whiff of the floral perfume she’d donned for the occasion. The little tease. She knew exactly what she was doing and it was going to be a miracle if he could wait until he escorted her back to his rented room to have his way with her.
“That’s right. What’s your poison, love?”
“Just water.”
Harry’s eyes darkened as he slid his untouched glass of water towards her. “Trying to keep your wits about you?”
“I get the feeling I should around you.” Marlo teased, bringing the glass to her lips and taking a sip before placing it back on the bar, making him chuckle before she traced a slender finger around the rim, Harry suddenly wishing that he was the glass she was fondling.
He turned towards her on his stool, green eyes darkening with desire.
“Am I going to get a little preview of the merchandise?” His voice was husky as he held up a finger and motioned for her to spin for him.
She gazed at him through her lashes before she spun slowly on her heels, letting him see all her angles, even swinging her hips for added effect and soliciting a low growl from Harry as he watched her. So many eyes, not just Harry’s, were on her, watching her every move and a thrill rocketed down her spine as she caught flashes of admiration and envy—though if that was for her or Harry, she wasn’t sure—but most of all she saw pure and unfiltered lust. She looked over her shoulder at him and smirked as she saw his hand clench and unclench on his knee, knowing full well he wanted to claim her right there in front of everyone—bend her over the bar and make sure each and every patron in Kralla’s Song knew she was his. Heat surged through her body, wetness pooling between her legs at the thought of him holding her down against the bar top, pushing her skirt up and exposing her before pounding his cock into her pussy with the entire bar watching them. She shifted her stance, squeezing her legs together as she turned back around, already so wound up and he hadn't even touched her yet.
“Am I to your taste, Mr. Carlyle?”
“You inspire tastes I didn’t even know I had. Now come here and sit on my lap, baby. Let me enjoy this dress before I take it off you.”
One hand came down to rest on her hip, pulling her closer and away from prying eyes, the other picking up the forgotten water glass, Harry sipping the drink lazily as Marlo perched herself on his thighs, the bar at her back and his thumb drawing circles on her bare hip, fingers dipping ever so slightly below the seam of the cutout at her hip. She wiggled on his lap trying for more friction to ease the ache in her core, his arms closing around her to still her movements, the action bringing his growing erection flush up against her. Marlo’s eyes fluttered shut as he grazed his teeth along the ridge of her ear, making her moan quietly.
“You realize that with this gorgeous body of yours, you’re going to make it hard to be a gentleman.” Harry groaned, cock straining against his slacks.
“You’re not paying me to be a gentleman and I don’t want you to be. If you want to treat me like your plaything, or like I’m just a hole to be used for your pleasure, that’s your prerogative. You bought the best, Mr. Carlyle and I’m here to please you, whatever you want.”
He tilted his head to whisper in her ear, his breath soft against her skin. “That’s a good girl. They’ve trained you well.”
Marlo felt herself flush at his praise, arousal shooting straight to her core—Harry using her praise kink to his advantage. His gaze fell to the swell of her breasts, her nipples hardening at the attention, body ready and eager to please him. When she’d originally come to him with this fantasy scenario of hers—she hadn’t been able to figure out a way to make it happen on the Nexus, without flushing Harry’s reputation down the toilet, which she absolutely didn’t want to do…so when Harry had messaged her that he’d be doing a supply drop for Dr. Nakamoto on Kadara, she’d seized upon the opportunity. He took another swig of water before picking her up with ease and setting her on feet on the floor, needing to get her upstairs to his rented room as soon as humanly possible. Harry stood abruptly, escorting her from the bar with his hand on her ass.
All eyes were turned in their direction and a thrill rocketed down her spine.
They barely made it to his room before he caught her lips in a possessive kiss, his hands roaming all over her body as he pressed her against the door, the bulge of his erection grinding against her and making her moan.
Harry growled low in his throat at the sound and hooked his fingers around one of the chains at her hip, giving it a gentle tug. “You and these body chains are going to be the death of me—now take this fucking dress off. I’m paying for naked.”
Marlo smiled at him as he stepped back and shrugged off his jacket, loosening the knot of his tie and watching her intensely as she hooked her thumbs under the straps of her dress and lowered them down her arms. Harry undid the first three buttons of his shirt, sucking in a breath when the fabric cleared her breasts, exposing them to his gaze as she shimmied her hips to let the dress pool around her ankles before stepping out of it, standing before him in nothing but her gloves and a pair of strappy red high heels. She put her hands behind her back, pushing her chest out as she glanced at him from under her lashes, her mouth going dry at the sight before her; his tie was hanging open around his neck with the first three buttons on his shirt undone, muscles flexing as he unbuttoned his shirt cuffs and rolled his sleeves up to just below his elbows, making her bite her lip to keep from swooning.
He stalked towards her as he reached up and grabbed one end of his tie, whipping it off his neck and wrapping some of the fabric around his hand, making Marlo shiver in anticipation, a part of her hoping he was about to bind her hands with his tie and have his way with her. He trailed the silk down her arms, one hand encircling her waist and pulling her against his body, rocking the bulge of his erection against her hip. Teasing fingers probed between her legs, ghosting over her and finding her sopping wet with desire, but instead of touching her like her body was begging for, she felt him dragging the silken fabric of his tie through her dripping folds, skating it back and forth against her clit. A wanton moan escaped her, hips shifting against the fabric and angling for friction. A squelching sound echoed through the room, her eyes falling shut as he toyed with her, the friction of the cloth against her clit pushing her towards the edge of mindless oblivion.
“That’s it, beautiful. Take your pleasure. Get yourself off on my tie—it was expensive but I’m fine ruining it in this perfect pussy.” Harry purred in her ear. “You’re going to be worth every credit, aren’t you, baby?”
“Yes, Mr. Carlyle.” She breathed, rocking her pelvis forward.
“Such a good little whore they sent me. So gorgeous and eager to please.”
Every accolade he growled at her, made her wetter, drenched in her own arousal and his tie making a mess of her—the heat in Harry’s eyes as he watched her move, watched every shift of her hips, only served to rile her up more, and he knew it. He bent his head and sucked her earlobe as she clutched his shoulder, trying to steady herself as her breathing grew ragged. Harry smiled as his eyes flicked up and down her body, following the clench of every one of her muscles and making her flush under his gaze as she came. He released his grip on his tie, the fabric falling to the floor and she shuddered at the loss of friction, her mouth opening slightly on a moan. Harry cupped her chin with his free hand, turning her head so their lips were a hair’s breadth away from each other as he rubbed his thumb over her lower lip. She was so fucking beautiful and his dick gave a heady throb as Marlo sucked the tip of his thumb between her red lips, breasts heaving from that quick and thorough orgasm.
“You’ve got such a pretty mouth; I bet it would look so sexy wrapped around my cock. Would you like that, baby? To suck me off before I sink into this greedy pussy?”
“Yes. Please. Yes.” She panted, shooting him a downright wicked grin even as she struggled to get her breath back. “I thought you’d never ask.”
She brought her hand to her mouth, catching the finger of her glove in her teeth, tugging it off before peeling the other one down her arm and tossing both of them aside as she sank to her knees in front of him, deft hands working at his belt. Pressing a kiss to the bulge of his erection, she dipped the first finger of each hand underneath his waistband to undo the button of his slacks, before dragging the zipper down with agonizing slowness, his dick giving an eager throb as she bared him to her gaze. Marlo sat back on her heels and licked her lips as she took him in—it didn’t matter how many times she’d gotten him naked, she was always impressed with the sheer size of him. Harry's eyes flashed as she cupped his ass before pushing his pants off his hips and down his legs, manicured nails gently raking over his muscles. His cock was stiff and throbbing, a drop of white precum beaded at the tip and she glanced up at him, winking as she caught his eye, arousal streaking through him when she leaned forward and pressed a teasing kiss to his slit, lapping at the drop before it could drip down.
She nibbled down the soft skin on the underside of his shaft, where it curved up towards his stomach, his cock pulsing against her lips and hips jerking as she trailed the tip of her tongue along his sac, toying with his balls, and sucking them gently. Harry groaned and swore quietly under his breath as Marlo’s tongue snaked out from between her lips to tease him, before she finally took him in hand. He let out a deep growl, sending a shiver down her spine and it made her feel powerful that she could make him feel like that. Gentle fingers traced along the veins snaking around his erection, the skin on skin contact making his breath hitch. Her hand curled around him, gripping his shaft as her tongue glided from base to crown and circled around the head of his dick, her hand squeezing his cock as she pumped him slowly, hand gliding smoothly over his crown before pushing back down to the base. Red lips opened to take his tip into her mouth, sucking hard and he gasped, hips jerking forward as his fingers wound into her long, dark brown hair, pulling her head back slightly so he could look her in the eyes as she sucked his cock.
“Touch yourself as I fuck your mouth. But I’ll pay extra if you don’t let yourself finish until I’m inside you—I want you to come on my dick. I want to feel that pussy milk my cock.”
She gazed at him from under her lashes, a smirk on her face as she curled her fingers, nails gently scraping his thigh muscles before cupping his balls and squeezing them gently. Using her right hand to stroke him gently, her tongue danced across his crown, before she opened her mouth and took him all the way to the hilt, deep into her wicked little mouth. Her finger delved between her thighs, dragging her fingertip through her folds and circling her clit lazily, Harry’s breath hitching as his nostrils flared. The sounds he made only served as an aphrodisiac, spurring her on and she winked up at him as she savored him. She dipped one finger inside herself then another, a moan escaping her lips as she pumped her fingers in and out, panting, the corners of his lips twisting up into a smile. The hand curled in her hair tightened its grip as she swallowed around his tip, Marlo humming as she sucked hard, the rolling motion massaging the skin on his shaft before releasing him. The tension inside her wound higher, as she rubbed her swollen clit fast and hard, seeking her release and he swore under his breath, entranced, pulling his hips back and snapping them forward.
His hand fisted in her locks held her head still, sending his engorged shaft deeper into her mouth, Marlo letting him use her mouth to take his pleasure; he wasn’t gentle with her and she was just fine with that. She moaned around his cock, her fingers stilling before she toppled over the edge of ecstasy, as he’d requested. Harry tensed and pulled back, her lips leaving his crown with a pop, her eyes meeting his as she licked her lips. He growled at the sight, not ready to finish just yet—though if Marlo had her way, he’d be gasping for air as he finished in her mouth. He cupped her chin, drawing her up off her knees, the gentleness after the way he’d just used her mouth surprising her. Picking her up with ease, he carried her over to the sofa, depositing her on the cushions and climbing after her, his perfect fingers trailing up her legs, spreading them gently and baring her glistening pussy to his appreciative gaze.
“Beautiful…” Harry muttered as he settled himself between her thighs, taking her hand in his and bringing it to his lips, sucking her fingers clean of her juices.
He draped her legs about his hips, the tip of his throbbing erection nudging against her entrance as Harry took himself in hand and gave his cock a few quick strokes before rubbing it back and forth through her slick folds. He sank into her with a groan, Marlo’s arms immediately encircling him, nails raking down his back as he thrust forward, her walls clamping tightly around his dick as she melted into his touch. His hips rocked into hers, her breasts brushing his chest and her soft hands cupping his ass and pulling him deeper within her. He bent his head, grazing a taut nipple with his teeth as he thrust forward, her walls clenching around his shaft as he pulled back, only the first inch of his cock still inside her, before he snapped his hips forward, surging into her, her body eagerly accepting all of him as he buried himself to the hilt once more.
“You take my dick so well. If you keep this up, baby, I’ll be a repeat customer for life and I’ll spoil you if you keep this pretty pussy hungry for my cock whenever I ask.”
“Whatever pleases you, Mr. Carlyle.” She panted. “I’ll clear my schedule for you whenever you desire.”
“Such a good little slut. I bet you’d do anything I asked, just to keep me working this snug little pussy with my cock.” He growled as he pounded into her, Marlo’s body recoiling under the raw power of each thrust.
“Yes…” She breathed and he smiled down at her.
A broken gasp dripped from her lips as he pulled back and rocked forward, their rhythm getting faster as they both teetered at the brink of ecstasy, unable to last much longer. Harry pressed his thumb to her clit, making her whimper and buck her hips against him, her pussy fluttering around his cock as she came, walls closing tightly around his dick. He thrust forward. Once. Twice. Her insides stretched to accommodate him as he fucked her, the rhythm of his hips erratic as he rocked his erection against the roll of her hips. His hands ghosted over her breasts, touches frantic as a whimper of pleasure escaped her lips. Need crashed over him, breaking into a tidal wave of ecstasy as he orgasmed, following her over the edge with a shudder, his body slumping against hers and together they collapsed onto the cushions, bodies and limbs entangled as they breathed hard, trying to come down from the high. Harry stroked a gentle hand down her arm, his cock twitching inside her as she snuggled into him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.
“You had a strange look in your eyes when you first saw me at the bar tonight.” She he was no longer his whore for the night, but Marlo again. “Can you tell me what was wrong?”
“You mean wanting to fuck you on that bar top while everyone watched?” He teased, rubbing his hand up and down her bare arm.
“Harry.”
He sighed as he went up on his elbows to look at her. “Your eyes.”
“My—oh.”
She couldn’t bring herself to extricate herself from his embrace, perfectly happy to keep him buried deep inside her forever, so she reached out with her biotics to pull her bag closer, locating the contact removal tool’s pouch, trying not to get distracted when he buried his face in her neck and inhaled deeply. She turned her head and popped the contacts out, putting everything away carefully, as Harry cupped her cheek and brought her back to face him, smiling and lovingly gazing down at her before his mouth caught hers in a kiss that was sweet as sugar. He brushed some hair out of her face, curling the offending lock around his finger and pressing his lips against the strands as he rolled his hips and felt a reaction where they were still joined. Marlo moaned and wiggled her hips as he circled one finger slowly around her clit; she was overstimulated but wanted more. His touch just felt so good.
“You know, I kind of miss the pink…”
Marlo laughed as she draped her arms about his neck. “Oh, I’m sure it will make a reappearance eventually; it is my favorite color, after all. But we can talk about that later—right now, I need you to fuck me.”
Harry chuckled and bent his head, sucking a nipple into his mouth as he snapped his hips forward to be rewarded with a little gasp and moan of pleasure. “I think that can be arranged. Now be a good girl and hold on tight.”
Her nails dug into the skin of his shoulder blades as he thrust forward again and he was sure she was going to leave marks, but he couldn’t be pressed to care…
Harry x Sara Experimenting fun for your WIP game!! 👀👀
WIP Ask Game
Lol, okay so this is a prompt that I should have finished ages ago that was sent to me by @alyssalenko - it's Sara and Harry experimenting with an aphrodiasic made from Yahg saliva, which leads to some pretty crazy sex. I need to finish this off, it's been sitting in my WIP folder for months.
Here is a snippet:
He finished his tidying, and pulled open his desk drawer and cleared his throat as he set down a small bottle of pills. “Have you ever heard of a species back in the Milky Way called the Yahg?”
“The Yahg?” She screwed her face up as she thought. There was something very familiar about the word, but she couldn't place where she knew it. “No, I don't think so.”
Harry nodded, as though he'd expected as much. “They're a highly aggressive species that the council attempted to make contact with. The entire first contact crew were slaughtered and the planet was placed on a black list to warn people away.”
“Uh-huh, and what has this got to do with these pills, or with us spicing things up?” Sara tapped the bottle with her finger.
“Well, of course people didn't keep away from the planet. Some of the more adventurous companies based in Nos Astra made it their business to study the Yahg, and they discovered something rather interesting about the males.” He picked up the bottle and turned it over in his hand. “Their saliva has some unique properties which one biochemical company planned to use in the manufacture of a new fast acting pain killer. Unfortunately, the drug had a few side effects which made it useless for that purpose-”
“Let me guess,” She didn't bother to hide her smirk as she perched on Harry’s desk, her legs either side of him. “The drug turned out to be an aphrodisiac?”
Harry grinned and nodded. “One of the strongest ever found. It also has mild hallucinogenic properties, and it's muscle relaxant. They refined it down, and were planning to release it to the market after testing. I managed to procure one of their testing samples.” He leaned forward, sliding his hands up her thighs. “For medicinal purposes, of course.”
The Charlatan and the Pathfinder finally get some time alone, and Reyes shows Cerys exactly how much he's missed her! 😉 (yes, there's smut!)
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Art is by Beemot! Saucy excerpt is beneath the cut! ;)
Cerys woke to the sensation of lips moving over her body. She murmured and stretched languidly, still half asleep, as Reyes kissed his way across the flat planes of her stomach. His tongue dipped into her navel and she shivered with pleasure as he shifted his attention higher.
He cupped her breasts and rubbed his unshaven cheek against her sensitive flesh - the sweetest kind of torture she knew. Cerys bit her lip to keep from crying out, and heard Reyes chuckle at her response. He kissed the tip of each breast and then drew each of her nipples into his mouth in turn, lavishing them with attention before he resumed his journey up her body.
He licked along her collarbone, kissed the bruise on her neck from Harry’s bite, and let his mouth drift along her jaw, dusting her with tiny kisses until he claimed her mouth. The kiss was hot and hard, all tongue and teeth, and Cerys surrendered herself up to Reyes. She wrapped her arms around him, her hands moving across his back, tracing familiar muscles and scars as she sank into the kiss.
Slowly, she opened eyes that felt heavy with the weight of arousal flooding her body and focused on Reyes. He shifted his weight and hooked one of legs around his waist, bringing her into contact with the hard heat of his arousal, and Cerys arched her back, grinding against his erection, her body feeling deliciously heavy and relaxed. Reyes drew back, his mouth hovering over hers as he watched her with amusement.
“Hello sleeping beauty,” he teased softly, “Did you sleep well? I know I did.” As though to prove his point, he rocked his hips against hers. “I feel very rested.”
Cerys returns to Kadara with Kandros, who is hoping to track down Reyes and convince him to back down. Unfortunately for him, Reyes is one step ahead and has no intention of being found. He is, however, fully intending to get Cerys alone so he can show her just how much he's missed her.
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Artwork is by the incredible @beemot and a snippet is behind the cut...
“I know very well who you are and what you want,” Keema drawled and glanced behind him at Cerys. “What I don’t understand is why you brought the Pathfinder with you? If you’re looking for Reyes Vidal, you’re not going to catch him by dangling her as bait.” She smirked and raised her glass at Cerys in a mock salute. “Everyone knows she’s old news.”
Cerys had expected something like this - a show to prove that Reyes was no longer attached to her - and she smiled icily at Keema.
That seemed to catch Kandros by surprise, and he floundered for a moment before he recovered. “She’s familiar with the port and knows places that Vidal frequents-”
The angaran laughed. “Do you really think Reyes Vidal allowed her to see anything of importance? She was a dalliance. A diversion.” Keema’s luminescent eyes focused on Cerys again, and seemed to gleam. “She knows … what? The bar he preferred? The safehouse he used to bed her in when he wanted some fun?”
Cerys shifted uncomfortably, feeling as though every eye in the room was on her. Keema's little speech was an act, but it was a good one and she squirmed as some of the Collective soldiers audibly chuckled.
“I can tell you with some certainty that the only regret that Reyes Vidal has about the Pathfinder is that she survived her wound on Port Meridian. In fact, he asked me to give her this if she ever showed up here.” Keema set her drink down and reached into a pocket. She produced something small, gold and shiny, and she tossed it at Cerys. “For you, my dear.”
It was a bullet.
Cerys didn’t say anything, but her heart beat a little faster, and she very deliberately bent down and picked it up. She tossed it up in the air and then caught it, holding it firmly in her fist as she grinned back at Keema, aware that she probably looked half-crazed.
“Tell Vidal I have a few of these with his name on them too.” She spat on the floor and grinned as hands seized her from behind and began dragging her to the door. “Tell him I have a whole bunch waiting for him.”
Read the full chapter here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53353261/chapters/139852816
The incredible @beemot did this awesome sketch of Reyes Vidal, Cerys Ryder, and Harry Carlyle for my fic Saints and Liars! I'm in love with it! Thank you! 🤩🥰😍
The second Benefactor Agent is finally revealed, and Cerys puts herself in a dangerous situation - forcing Harry and Reyes to put aside their differences to team up and get her back.
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Art is by the wonderful @beemot and you can find a snippet behind the cut:
The sense of anxiety that plagued Cerys as she left the Nexus, followed her for the entire trip back to Meridian Port and only grew stronger when she received a message from Reyes via Amy that the attack on the Nexus was imminent. A million what ifs pounded through her head in time to her heartbeat.
What if Tann had heard her?
What if she had fucked things up for Reyes?
What if Tann was going to come after her?
What if? What if? What if?
At her behest, SAM attempted to make contact with Amy so she could warn Reyes to be on his guard in case the worst happened. He fired the message off on a highly encrypted tight band, but couldn't confirm it was received, nor did he receive a reply - which only increased her anxiety. Reyes could take care of himself, she knew that, but they didn’t know who was in league with Tann, and it was this other person that worried her.
Her team knew something was up, and when they reached Meridian all of them opted to stay on the Tempest in case an emergency arose that needed them - which Cerys appreciated. She had been as honest with them as she could about Tann’s threats to the team if she didn’t follow his orders to explore Meridian, and about Reyes investigating Tann. She hadn’t been quite so honest about who Reyes really was; that was his secret, and it wasn’t hers to tell.
“Cerys?” Vetra caught her on the docks, a troubled expression on her face. “I know you have strong feelings for Reyes, but are you certain that he’s correct and Tann is behind this? Because after what he did to you when he and his people stole the AI-”
“I’ve seen the evidence,” Cerys interrupted. “Tann is definitely behind this. I don’t know if he killed Jien Garson himself, but he was part of it.”
The turian drew in a slow breath. “Then he’s dangerous . Far more dangerous and clever than we thought. You need to be extra careful, especially if Reyes fails and Tann gets away. We know better than anyone how dangerous Remnant Technology can be; if it fell into the wrong hands-”
“I know.” Cerys appreciated Vetra’s concern. “Right now all we can do is hope that Reyes’ plan works.”
