Rosalie’s cheeks change color.
“You could keep the breeding part to yourself,” she whispers.
“Dexx knows all about breeding, and he isn’t interested.” I look at the dark warrior who is toeing the fallen bot.
Dexx looks over at me.
“The thought you might produce sarkarnlings in your likeness fills me with dread, Dante,” he rasps. “But then, how can any Sarkarnii resist the rut?” He grins a lopsided grin I have never seen before. “When you’re done here, my ship is waiting,” he says, stomping off into the jungle.
“It looks like you tamed the untamable.” I laugh at my sweet mate.
“Who? You?” She puts her finger on her chin. “I doubt that very much. You’re always going to be feral, Dante, just the way I like it.”
ROSALIE
“So, Dante’s crew is working on how to reverse the mutations?” Lydia asks.
“So far as they still exist for any of the Sarkarnii, and providing they admit to having them.” I sigh. “I doubt Driok is going to ask for help.”
“Did the Gonoz not keep records?”
“Yes, but you know…” I spread out my hands as Scarlett braids my hair into an elaborate up do. “Sarkarnii warlords will be Sarkarnii warlords.”
Around me, there are some sage nods.
“And your Sarkarnii warlord will never change,” Maggie says, raising a goblet of ale-wine.
I’d be the first to admit the supposed cure hasn’t really changed the behavior of Dante or his crew. They don’t get any worse, but there is a constant level of mayhem which I don’t think they’ll ever shed.
As if someone had summoned him, Dante bursts through the door into our prep area, his tail lashing and smoke billowing from his nostrils.
“Eeek!” Lydia squeaks. “Go away. You can’t see the bride before the wedding.”
“This is not a wedding,” Maggie grumbles. “He’s going to swing that cute butt and bite her. Not a wedding.”
I’m wondering how many ale-wines she’s had already, but instead I’m scooped up in Dante’s arms.
“I can’t wait,” he says. “I can’t.” His hips snap from side to side.
“You’ve got the warlords gathered and the sarkarnlings are so excited I think they’re going to burst. You are going to have to wait,” I say whilst being peppered with kisses.
“Don’t want to,” he murmurs, shoving his face into my neck, his fangs scraping over my skin where he bit me.
It seems so long ago.
“Put the female down and step away,” Dalox growls from the doorway.
Dante turns with a feral growl.
“Do as he says, or you’ll be banished to the uninhabited moon with the Gonoz,” I whisper in his ear.
“You have another five nova minutes, Dante, then you dance for your mate, claim her, and mate her,” Dalox says. “I’m sure you can manage another five nova minutes?”
Looking at Dante, especially at his pants, I’m not entirely sure he can.
“And I need to speak with you, especially as I am to be your second,” Dalox says.
“He is?” I study Dante’s face.
