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He was already intended for marriage in less than three weeks. His betrothed, whom his mother had selected only a month ago, was a sensible choice. Still, if the human was his mate, he’d have a valid reason to deny the betrothal.
It appeared to Lily as if he couldn’t decide whether to wring her neck or tear her clothes off. More disturbing still, she couldn’t decide which fate she’d prefer.
Why in the name of the Goddess had he been dropped into the presence of this tormenter?
Forget about him. The sooner you find Alex, the sooner you can get out of here and ditch that overgrown chameleon for good.
trees and watch if I wanted to? I’ll stand here with my back turned.” “If you turn around, I swear you’ll regret it.” Verakko showed her his back and muttered, “I’ll regret it either way, mivassi.”
“I mean, if me sitting on this planet playing—” she moved her piece hopping over two of Verakko’s, “—and winning checkers against a blue alien I’m somehow the same species as isn’t proof that anything is possible, I don’t know what is.
A small, sad smile curled the corner of his mouth. He lifted his hand as if to reach out to her, then curled his fingers into a fist and dropped it back to his side. “It would mean something to me.”
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.
She never wanted to need anybody, yet here she was, sleeping in his house, wearing the clothes he’d bought for her, and relying on him for almost every aspect of her future. She’d put all her eggs in Verakko’s basket and now remembered why she’d never done it before. Trusting someone wholly and completely was terrifying.
