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I always hate to disappoint optimists. It’s like kicking a puppy.
“It’s… um, nice to meet you, Thrax.” Her tone didn’t sound convinced, and she tugged on her hand as if to take it back from me, but I wasn’t ready to free her. After all, she’d given it to me in the first place. I had no idea why, but I wasn’t going to complain about easy prey.
“So… I’m a poisonous plant? That’s… sweet.” He shook his head. “You are the flower with the sweetest nectar that is worth risking the thorns.”
“Do you ever miss the before-time?” His upper hands stroked over my hair. “No. You weren’t there.”
“There are no others here, save you and your mate.” The creature pulled me close and sniffed me. “You don’t want me to touch her, and I do not want you as a mate.”
Nemon’s head popped up through the opening. He glanced around. “I’ll come too.” I sighed. “Are you sure you can fit?” His answer to that was to fill the tunnel with his bulk, proving that he could fit, even if it meant cramming every last bit of breathing room with his mass.
He’s like a puppy
