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She was pregnant with my offspring, and she was designing death traps.
I watched her sketch in the bone dust, her fingers tracing lines that represented structural failures, collapse points, places where attackers would die. Her engineer's mind worked differently than mine. I built things to last. She understood how to make things break.
"Here," she said, pointing to a section of the outer maze. "This support column is the only thing holding up that overhang. If we weaken it, not enough to collapse, but enough that a hard impact would trigger failure..."
"We drop three tons of bone on whatever's underneath."
"Exactly." She looked up at me, and I saw the fierce intelligence in her eyes. "We don't have to fight them all. We just have to make approaching the Keep more dangerous than it's worth."
She was magnificent.
I'd known she was different from the moment I watched her climb for high ground. But this was something else. This was a builder who understood destruction. A creator who could calculate collapse.
The offspring growing inside her would have this mind. This fierce, brilliant, dangerous mind.
I couldn't wait to see what they'd build.
The ferals had grown boldersince I confirmed her pregnancy.
I'd been tracking them for days, watching their numbers swell as word spread through whatever broken communication ferals still maintained. Seven now. Eight if I counted the one lurking at the far edge of my territory, not yet committed to testing my boundaries.
They could smell her fertility. Could smell that breeding her had worked, that my seed had taken root, that she was carrying viable offspring. For ferals who'd lost the ability to attract females through construction and patience, the scent was irresistible. A shortcut to reproduction. A chance to pass on their degraded genetics without putting in the work.
I would kill every single one of them before I let them touch her.
"This one," she said, drawing my attention back to her sketch. "The secondary entrance you built in the fourth cycle. The one with the narrow approach."
I looked at the design she'd created. A pit trap, disguised by bone fragments, positioned where any attacker would have to step. At the bottom, sharpened spars that would impale whatever fell in.
"It would take two days to dig," I said. "And another day to sharpen the spars."
"Then we start today." She stood, dusting bone powder from her hands. "How much warning will we have before they attack?"
"I'll know when they gather for assault. The scent changes. The movement patterns shift." I pulled her against me, my handresting on the slight swell of her belly. "But it could be days or hours. Ferals don't think strategically. They attack when the need overwhelms them."
"Then we work fast."
She kissed me. Soft, quick, distracted, her mind already on the engineering problems ahead. Then she walked toward the secondary entrance, already measuring distances, already calculating angles.
I watched her go.
Twenty cycles of building alone. Twenty cycles of hoping someone would come who understood what I was trying to create. And now she was here, pregnant with my offspring, designing traps to protect our home.
Our home. Not just mine anymore. Ours.
We workedfor three days straight.
The pit trap came first, dug into the approach to the secondary entrance. She directed while I excavated, her calculations perfect, her spatial awareness almost as good as mine. The sharpened spars took another day. Bone carved to lethal points, arranged in a pattern designed to impale without allowing escape.
Then the deadfall trap. The support column she'd identified was weakened just enough that a hard impact would trigger collapse. I tested it carefully, checking the structural integrity, making sure the trap wouldn't fail prematurely.
"Here," she said, showing me where to position the trigger mechanism. "When they hit this point, the whole thing comes down."
"You've done this before?"
"Demolition calculations. Part of structural engineering." She smiled, and there was something dark in it. "You have to understand how buildings fall before you can make them stand."
