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And this unique creature was his female. She belonged to him.
Not vrix, not animal, not spirit…what was she? His. If nothing else, she was his. He would unravel her mysteries one thread at a time if necessary. But he would not take her to Takarahl, would not bring her before the queen. He would not share her with anyone.
Ivy was no animal—and she wasn’t a pet. She was…something else. Something more. Something for which neither Ketahn nor his kind had a name. And if he could not tell her directly, he needed to show her that he wanted her to feel at ease. To feel…equal.
He didn’t know what Ivy was to him, didn’t know what she could be. Ketahn didn’t know what he wanted. And that experience was as new to him as Ivy had been the night he’d found her. All Ketahn did know was that he no longer wanted a life without Ivy in it.
And he wanted her. Regardless of their differences, he wanted Ivy. He wanted his little human.
“The right words do not matter if a male does not do the right things. He was not worthy of you.” He caught her chin in his hand and angled her face up toward his. “You are worthy of so much more than a male like him could ever offer, Ivy.”
“I would see you clad in silk.” He dropped the leaf and cupped the underside of her jaw, angling her face toward his as he took her hips between two of his hands. “I will see you clad in my silk.”
What difference did human and vrix make? Ivy was his. She would be his mate—his nyleea.

