Devi's Distraction (Icehome, #6)

by Ruby Dixon

But this D’vi female told me right away. She is not afraid to hurt my feelings. I find that…refreshing. It is a nice change from everyone staring at me with pity. Something rumbles in my throat, and I realize it is laughter. It seems that I stink.

This is a female who loves the possibility of things, who will not let herself be told she cannot do something, and I admire that.

“The Permian-Triassic event was the biggest extinction event on Earth,”

“I will tell anyone that asks that I am very cold at night, rub my stump, and they will trip over themselves to apologize.” She laughs, smacking my arm lightly. “You’re terrible. I love it.” I might be, but I like her smile too much to care.

“Why did you pick me?” He grins down at me, leaning in. “It is so I can finally feed you when we win.”

I dislike S’bren. A lot. The big Tall Horn hunter makes sure to sit very close to D’vi and continually offers her food throughout the night. He thinks he is not being obvious, and perhaps to the humans he is not, but one hunter recognizes when another is closing in on prey.

Part of me knows she is right—if I am to resonate to B’shit…ah…Breedchet…Breesht…Brechett…then I should not be kissing Devi.

he tried so hard😭😭👏🏾

It might be many turns of the moons before my khui wakes, if it ever does. Until then…I want Devi. And I do not care if that is wrong.

Devi is so filled with joy, with a love of life. I need that. I want that. I feel whole when I am near her.

He knows me well enough to want to build it closer to the water so I can go pick at dead things early in the morning? Be still my heart.

I am not trembling, and Devi is not shuddering. The song in my chest grows louder by the moment, and my rage slows, then disappears. Resonance. We are resonating to each other. Devi truly is mine.