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“See the good in it, my friend,” Ketahn said. “It will give you a reason to do your favorite thing—talk.” Rekosh chittered, and his mandibles twitched up a bit. “And it shall be made all the sweeter because you will be forced to repeat every word I speak in the human tongue.”
Ketahn huffed and held her a little tighter. “They will not miss us if we are only gone for a few…what is the human word?” “Minutes?” “No. The longer one. Hours?” “They’ll definitely miss us if we disappear for hours.” “That is how long it will take for me to see to my mate’s needs.”
Ketahn straightened, drawing his shoulders back and angling his chin up. “I said I would make my claim on my mate known to all the jungle.”
“My words will never be worthy of you, my heartsthread,” he said, proceeding to peel open her jumpsuit and drag it down her arms, baring her breasts to the air. “So I will do. All I can, I will do, and always for you. Ever for you.”
“Spear in Shadows shall fight for Kaldarak. The Blooddrinker Queen will fall to his spear.” Garahk turned to face Ketahn. “Yours are mine, shadowstalker, and mine are yours. We are as one.”
“You are mine.” She dipped a hand into the paint and pressed it over his hearts, which thumped harder beneath her touch. “Hearts.” She moved her hand down, placing it just over his slit and making his claspers stir. “Body.” Now she coated both hands in paint and lifted them, cupping each side of his face. “Spirit. You and I are as one, Ketahn.”
