Tempest watched Dron walk away until he disappeared below deck.
She wanted to follow him. Every single part of her was telling her to go after him, but she stayed exactly where she was. Dron said he needed time alone, and as much as she hated the idea of him being down there by himself when he was clearly going through something, she had to respect that. At least for a little while.
It didn't stop her from worrying.
Tempest had seen Dron angry before. She'd seen him so angry that she was sure there wasn't anything on Ustea that could stop him from getting to whoever had pissed him off. She'd watched him fight, watched him kill, and had been on the receiving end of a few of his angry looks herself, but this was different. Every other time there had been something to cause it. Someone attacked them. Someone threatened her. Someone was trying to hurt people he cared about. There had always been a reason for Dron to lose control.
Gerax hadn't done anything.
That was what scared her.
