Alien Mask (Fated Mates of the Sea Sand Warlords, #12)

by Ursa Dax

“It is not for your benefit I ask, but my own,” he grunted. “Because if I’d done it wrong and had to unroll yet more tape to start this all over again... Well, you’d have to rely on Breena to help you in that case. Because I would be too busy flinging myself off the nearest mountain peak.”

“Fine,” I said. “But hurry up. Hurry up and get better so you can bother me some more.”

“You’re crying,” he said softly. Then, he gave me one of his heart-stopping grins. “I told you my face without the mask would prove too overwhelming for you.”

“I’ve always been possessive,” he said. “I’ve just never had something I wanted to possess so badly before.”