“So, if they have robot forms, why would they want Sarkarnii?”
Dante pulls himself up to his full height. “Why not?”
“I mean, you’re flesh and blood. You have a life span. You are not completely indestructible. I would have thought being a robot would make more sense.”
Dante cocks his head on one side.
“The myth says they had forms once. Perhaps they want them again,” he says simply.
I suppose there is no real rhyme or reason to what anything wants. But when they are prepared to destroy another species to get to it, then it becomes a problem which needs to be dealt with.
“But they cannot have ours,” Dante adds with a snarl. “Not now, not ever.”
“So, you have a plan?”
“I think I make good bait,” Dante says.
“Oh no, you are not doing that.” I slap him on his chest, which is like hitting iron. “There has to be another way.”
Dante gives me a discordant blink.
“I mean, we have to be able to find them somehow. In the data banks of this place or in the bots or something. If they can get inside, there must be a way to contain them…somehow,” I say rapidly, useless idea after useless idea tumbling from me.
I might understand the human body and computers on Earth, but this is like nothing I’ve ever encountered, and I cannot even fathom how a species could survive in the way the Gonoz have.
Dante does another blink. “You could be right.”
“I could?”
“Containment, that’s the key.” He shoves his fingers into his hair and stares at me with a pair of pupils which are mere slivers of dark onyx.
“How?”
Dante looks me up and down. “Will you accompany me to find out, my mate?” he says, pushing me an arm’s length away so he can make a deep bow.
“Will you protect me, kind warrior?” I try not to giggle at his actions, but I can’t help myself.
“No,” Dante says, looking up at me, squinting out of one eye and with a flash of wicked fang. “I will give you a weapon, and you will be able to fight at my side.”
“I like this plan.” I wind my arms around his waist. “But don’t forget my warning. Banishment awaits if you pull another stunt like the last one.”
“My sweet mate, I wouldn’t dare,” Dante rasps.
And I know he absolutely would.
DANTE
The mating mix courses through my veins, hot and incredibly welcome. The surge I got once I saw my mate has made everything clear.
We have to deal with the Gonoz, but more importantly, we need to be able to reverse the mutations.
And even more importantly still, I need to take my Rosalie away from all of this and mate her until we can’t even speak from shouting each other’s name.
I want to be buried in her until the end of time itself.
I never want to stop rutting for her.
Rosalie is my everything. My little flame will make me dance for her.
