More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
As a hunter—and now as a teacher of hunters—I must by necessity be quiet. Even the most foolish of game animals will be chased off by lips that cannot stay together. Suh-mer does not understand this. She talks. And talks. And talks.
Summer is me when someone mentions something I love
Cursing always sounds the same, no matter the language.
She kissed me. Pressed her mouth to mine in the bizarre human custom that I have never understood. Now I understand it. And now I wish I had kissed her back.
“If we survive this night, I am claiming you as my pleasure-mate.” I gasp. “You—you what? You are?” He nods. “You will show me this kiss with tongue, and I will take you to my furs and make you mine. I have decided.” “Decided?” I echo, stunned. I can still feel the light brush of his lips against mine. “Yes. You are my opponent, and I am going to take control of your board.” That’s the sexiest, most bizarre thing I’ve ever heard. Now how am I supposed to concentrate?
Rukh is silent, too, though it is more because he is groggy. He is covered in bruises, and he was found unconscious. Suh-mer says that he probably attacked everyone when they separated him from Har-loh and his kit, and so they put him to sleep.
“Just a little mustard,” she murmurs. “No, I didn’t say I wanted a sandwich. Just mustard. That’s right. You can put it on the side of my plate.” Strange, though charming. I find it comforting that even in her sleep, she talks.
“It was a burn cream, you big dingdongs. He rubbed it on my face—” “That’s what she said!”
Kate is so real for saying that cause I would've too.
For now, though, I wish to be with Suh-mer.
“Tonight and every night,” I decide firmly. “You are my female, and I will be your hunter. You and I will have a hut together, and we will play chess and hunt and mate in the furs every night.”
“And I like your talking. You can talk as much as you want around me, and I will enjoy all of it.”
“If you were silent, I would miss your thoughts,”
If Warrek wants to think of our relationship as chess, I’m about to put his cute, tight ass into checkmate.
“You have my heart, my mate,” I tell her gently. “But I have no idea what you are talking about.”
But then…I hear it. A low, throbbing hum coming from my breast. Resonance.
