Yiri Ahlon: What’s wrong, Aneah? You look unhappy.
Me: I’m fine. I’m having lunch with a friend, and he’s giving me a hard time.
Yiri Ahlon: About?
Me: Honestly? You.
Yiri Ahlon: He doesn’t want you to leave.
Me: Correct.
Yiri Ahlon: What’s his name?
I blinked. Why… why did I get the feeling,again, that giving Yiri another guy’s name was a really bad idea?
Me: I’m not telling you that.
Yiri Ahlon: Not even to please me? Be a good little wife and tell me his name.
Me: No.
Me: Sir.
Yiri Ahlon: Aneah.
Me: I have other ways of pleasing you.
Yiri Ahlon: I’ll call you tonight. Be good.
“Oh. My. God.” Andrew read over my shoulder and then slumped back in his seat. “See? Bad man. Very bad man. You’re so fucked.”
“Unfortunately, the logistics on that are tricky,” I said.
Andy shook his head. “Exactly. Which is why you’re going to wind up in Bisonville Galaxy, and I’ll have only myself to blame. Well. Me and a hot, wicked alien.”
“I’m not going,” I insisted.
“We’ll see.” Andrew polished off his mimosa and rolled his eyes. “I get first pick of all the stuff you leave behind.”
CHAPTER 8
YIRI
“Dowe have anyone who could do a job on Earth?” I asked Nerus.
My second squinted at me through the pulsing lights of the club. “What the fuck do you want from that backwater planet?”
“Doesn’t matter,” I said. “Do we have a guy in the area?”
“No. Do we need one?”
I sighed. “Not yet.”
Sellah smoke and sweat wafted through the air as Evik returned from the dance floor with a Tueri female on each arm.
“You should be getting your kicks while you can,” he said, sitting on the couch across from me and shoving my knee with his foot. “You’ll be a mated male soon.”
Nerus looked anywhere but at me. He knew how I felt about D'vinda. If it wasn’t for him, I’d have hunted her down and started a war with the Cendaquans.
