Possessed by the Alien King (Fated Mates of the Varool #1)

by Krista Luna

Then she drew in a shuddering breath and sat up, scooting out of my reach. “Thanks. I’m fine.” Her shoulders hunched inward, and she pinched at the bridge of her nose. She lied—she was not fine. Irritation flashed through me. Why were humans so endlessly deceitful?

She has a nightmare. He gets pissed about her lying and storms off.

“It is nothing,” I said. It was not a lie. My back was fine, the bites on my arm were almost completely healed, and the abrasions to my skin did not bear thinking about compared to her wellbeing.

At least the fifth time he has said a version of 'it is fine' when clearly hurt. But apparently, it only counts as a lie when Dierdre says it!?!?!?!?!

I followed her eyeline to the two Folri bodies behind me. Although ancient sagas boasted of sex on the corpses of enemies, it was a disgusting proposition in this case.

It seems pretty unsanitary in ALL cases.