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As he watched her peruse the goods, a foreign thought surfaced, rare but inexorable. She’s mine. I stole her. I’m keeping her.
Zylar shifted and fixed a furious stare on the offenders. “Keep her name from your mouth. You do not know her. You have no right to speak of her with such intimacy. As for what happens in the second round, you’ll see how wrong you are and how singular she is.”
If you had to be abducted by aliens, it was good to wind up with one who respected your boundaries and preferences.
Half of humor related to shared context and the other half was timing, so most of her jokes didn’t land these days.
“I have never pleased anyone without trying. Never felt that who I am is enough. You are a miracle, Beryl Bowman. My miracle.”
She couldn’t make these aliens grasp that it just wasn’t possible for a dog who loved someone to watch them being threatened without reacting. Not even an adorable, talking dog like Snaps.
“Why are you sad?” “It’s complicated,” he said. “Why?” This probably wasn’t worth explaining to the fur-person, but he tried. “My greatest fear is that I will lose Beryl Bowman, my dearest Terrible One.” “Beryl does not get lost,” Snaps said. “She only finds. She found me. She found you. And we are still found, see?” A fuzzy head bumped his lower limb.
Beryl had taught him that he had value without changing his colors or his character.
It felt entirely unhinged to hang a whole plan on the whispered promises of elderly arboreal advisors, but hell, once she got abducted and decided to roll with it since it was better than her old life, did she really need to draw the line at listening to venerable vegetation?
“How revolting,” said Helix. “Feelings are messy, illogical, and rather inconvenient.”
“I took away your homeworld,” he said softly. “But you gave me the universe.”
“Kindness is its own reward. Cruelty exacts its own price. Peace and prosperity, my beloved friends.”
