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If I had a mate, I’d never allow her to be this close to danger. Never.
Famous last words I’m sure
The ability of his people, the Swadaeth, to use their minds to influence the thoughts of others was unique and, like most unique things, often feared by those who didn’t understand the practice.
So far, you’ve tossed me around, forced me to fight you off, insulted me, excreted some kind of hypnotizing smell, and tried to use crazy mind powers on me. I trust you enough not to eat me, at least. Does that make you feel better?”
It hadn’t been a compliment exactly, more of a statement of fact, but to Lily, that was even better.
“If you were raised in what I can only assume is a female-run society, and trained on how to make a wife happy, then why have you been so bossy with me?”
“Why would I care about how I look to you?” he snapped, caring very much about how he looked to her.
A stray thought concerning the amount of sex she’d have to have with this giant in order for his smell to rub off on her danced through her mind.
Mivassi was a word that referred to a claimed alternative to your chosen spouse while under contract. Only used in the rarest of instances when a person recognized their mate while married to another.
Something had clicked in him back there during the attack. Lily was his. He had no doubts. But just because he was certain didn’t mean she would want him, and even if she did, he couldn’t ensure they’d be able to be together, at least not right now. He had to convince her to wait for him. He couldn’t see another way.
“Your eyes were black. I don’t know how, but you were hurt in some way. And you were going to let him take you. What if you couldn’t get free?” “I would’ve found a…a way to…” Verakko’s words stuttered out as her words finally registered. “My eyes?” The world around him slammed to a halt, the thunderous pounding in his chest freezing as though even his heart feared he’d misheard her. I recognized her? She’s mine.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Lily looked at him quizzically. “Your eyes are black again.” He covered up the strangled sound that burst from his throat with a cough. Instead of answering, he gripped her nape and pulled her in for a deep kiss. Could he ever live without this?
Fuck, I’m gonna mess it up.
“That wasn’t a sign; he probably heard me,” she hissed before leaving the bathroom.
“You helped me survive out in the forest when I knew so little. Let me help you survive here.”
How did one convince the other half of their soul to accept them?
It was clear that this world was suffering, that people were placing their species’ needs above their own, yet she’d only been concerned with the ways in which this society might be unfair to her.
