“Curran?” “Yes?” Today was apparently the day for finding out what mating with me really meant. I nodded at the men. “One of them has my blood on his forehead. The blood must be destroyed or it can give me away if someone scans it.” Curran gave me a look usually reserved for the mentally challenged. “Someone would have to find the bodies, first.” Behind him the sounds of enraged boudas tore through the silence, followed by a cacophony of screams.
