Contagion (Gennekt, #2)

by Amanda Milo

“You have to get a grip. You’re an apex predator. You’d be fine without me—” “An apex predator? You MUST be jesting!”

“If we’re lost out here for much longer, and our situation becomes the direst of circumstances, you have my permission to eat me after I perish.”

“If my translation device is right, and referring to me as princess means you think I’m a self-important, temperamental person with superior tastes and a peculiar difficulty to be pleased; then you’re correct, and I take no offense.”

Only for Aurora. If anyone else were to cast off their dead anythings on me, let alone alien hairs, I’d shove them to the floor and escape the room in haste.

“Is there a textbook I could download, one that explains and expounds on the wiles of the feminine variety? Do all humans possess them? Do you have control of them or are they emitted by you unawares?”

That’s right. Aurora makes soaps. CLEAN, SWEET-SMELLING, DISINFECTING, *CLEAN* SOAPS! Is this not the most perfect female for me in all of Creation?

“I love you too, Simmi. Want to go brush our teeth together?”