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.

You’ve seen porn. You saw Game of Thrones. This is just another penis.

“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.

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.

“But I would rather have you for one day than regret it for all of them.”

Everything I do from this point forward, I do for Devi. She is my reason. I know this as surely as I know my own four hands.

I know in this moment that no matter what happens, Devi is mine. I will tear my khui from my chest if it dares to resonate to another.