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Blood soaking the water, filling his gills with that metallic taste. And he was ashamed to admit he almost enjoyed the taste. He always had. Daios was a warrior. He had battled his entire life and the taste of blood in the water always made him fight harder, yet this was the blood of his people. His fault.
He was a powerful warrior and he would kill all who stood in his way. Because all he could see were bodies floating in the distance. And it was his fault. He was the nightmare that had come to his people and promised hope. But all he’d given them was death.
The droid was her best friend, and really only friend in this place. Anyone else she trusted, like Ace, wasn’t in Alpha.
She was too small for him to be interested in. His hearts did not beat for someone that would break the moment he first touched them. Not to mention she was so perfect. A little golden statue hidden in the middle of her golden city. So pretty and perfect and wrong for him. A monster would leave smudges on something so lovely as she.
He was patient with her, just letting her stroke him while his fingers remained spread wide. But when she looked back at him, she could see that the gills around his neck had flared out wide. They shuddered in the water, gently fluttering with movement that made them look almost graceful.
But her fingers feathering over his had made him feel... something. Daios wasn’t sure what that meant. His hearts had slowed down for a bit. All that rioting chaos calmed. He’d held his breath while she touched his fingers and he swore there was something going on with his gills that had never happened before.
Frowning, another thought flashed in his mind. Was she mated? Did she have someone who already fluttered for her and made her smile? A white hot rage flowed through every inch of his body. He was glowing, bursting into a bright red while every bioluminescent dot on his form flared with rage.
But he was ready to see her. To impress her. To take her away from her home and fight off anyone who tried to keep her from him. He told himself he was ready. He would bring her somewhere safe. Somewhere much better than Alpha. Then he would feed her. He would prove that he was a good hunter who could provide for her.
That little achromo was his, though. And now he was going to take her.
Maybe that was what called to her about him. He was angry, and she was angry, and maybe two monstrous people were supposed to find each other.
“I’m sorry you had to suffer that,” she said quietly. “I know the pain of losing something that was once a part of your body, and I know it’s not easy.”
But then he opened his mouth, and he spoke. Bitsy sent red warning exclamation marks dancing all over the lens, but Anya didn’t read a single one. She barely even noticed the exclamation points because, as he backed up, those words echoed through her head. She could hear him. Holy shit, she could hear him.
HIS VOICE IS DANGEROUSLY LOUD BUT SHE CAN HEAR HIM PERFECTLY BECAUSE OF HER HEARING LOSS IM GOING TOSCREAM
She was in the middle of her pool with her arms hooked over his neck. Her legs dangled in the water from where he held her up, but that massive and muscular tail brushed between her legs every time he flexed his muscles to keep them upright. His arm was around her waist, his massive hand wrapped around her back, but his fingers were eerily close to her breast. She was close enough to his mouth to kiss him. And the undine understood what she was saying.
Still, some part of him needed to hold on to her and so he... did.
She was a grotesque monster. He’d hated her kind his entire life. So why then did his fingers press against the lean lines of her back and why did he want to run his hand up her muscles? She felt so delicate in his arms, so easy to hold against him.
And when she peeled one of those strange, pale eyes open to glare at him, he almost grinned at her. She was a monstrous little thing underneath that strange exterior. Or she was insane. One or the other.
he knew the word “Danger” after Mira had written it so many times. That made him grin. Wide and feral and probably everything she’d seen in her nightmares.
He wanted to hold her short little fingers, and what a curious thought that was.
But her father? He hated the mere mention of the woman. If anyone even brought her up in front of the General, he lost his mind. He grew red in the face and that vein on his forehead popped out far more than usual. Anya didn’t even know her mother’s name. It was like he had scratched it from the history books and terrified anyone who thought to maybe mention her name to her daughter.
Oh my godDDD anya's mother is the woman who fell in love with the undine that mira found in book 1?????!
“I don’t think you’re ready for what it will make you feel.”

