Mine. Mine. Mine. The word throbs through my mind, as fierce as any heartbeat. I can feel it, pumping through me like blood. Mine. Mine. Mine. This female is mine. That is why I did not care about the other—my heart knew this one was coming to me. I am not entirely surprised when my khui begins to sing, its tempo matching the beat in my head. R’jaal’s eyes widen in surprise, and then he nods slowly. “Yours, then.” “Mine,” I say with fierce pleasure. I resonate to her. No one will ever take her from me. She is mine and mine alone.
