“An impressive amount of this incrediblyraremetal,” the Hydrassian mused before squinting at me. “Did you create this?”
The answer was yes, but I wasn’t sure if using counterfeit coins would disqualify us from receiving witchy bitch services, so I redirected. “Is it enough for you to tell us everything we want to know?”
They continued to intently stare until Ziggy stepped closer with a warning growl, flashing those smexy fangs again.
“The coin is more than sufficient,” Uulvin replied, oddly unconcerned about the katana-wielding murder machine in the room. “Youwillneed to lower your shields?—”
“No,” Ziggy snarled, practically pulsing with rage.
We probably have a time limit on Alien Rambo emerging…
The seer sighed heavily and glanced at my big, skerry protector. “As we have said, Stellarian, I mean you and your mate no harm.” Their unnerving focus returned to me. “However, I am unable to do my job if I cannot access their chakras.”
Witchy bitch status verified.
I squared my shoulders. “I’ll only lowermyshields if you also promise not to hurt our child.”
All six snakeheads snapped to the baby sling, looking as confused as their reptilian faces allowed. “Of course. We have no interest in harming your child?—”
“Or take our child from us,” I continued, desperate for answers but needing to diffuse the Stellarian-shaped ticking time bomb in our midst. “Or take… anything associated with our child.”
Please, just don’t hurt them.
Nowthe Hydrassian was invested, and curious enough to concede to my mad negotiating skills. “You have our word, little…”
“Earthling,” I replied with a sigh of relief, wanting to give themsomethingto show my gratitude. “Although not all Earthlings are like me.”
Then, I lowered my shield.
Well… most of it.
“No one is like you,” Ziggy murmured appreciatively. “Not in any galaxy.”
Staaaahp.
I absolutely didnotwant to get sniffly in front of this snake-headed witch and their killer flytraps, but Uulvin simply chuckled warmly. “It is unsurprising you would think so, with the Earthling being yourstellar collision.”
“You can tell I’m his stellar collision?!” I shouted, like Captain Obvious of the S.S. Dumbass, before attempting to recover some of my cool. “Is it a physical thing or…”
Do I still need to put a ring the size of Saturn on my space fiancé?
“Energetic,” the seer replied matter-of-factly. “Your energies align perfectly. We would guess your Stellarian here recognized their match when you met.”
Oh?
I turned to blink up at Ziggy expectantly. “Yes.” He cleared his throat, caving immediately. “I felt apulltoward you when we met. However, I mistook it for the… usual interest.”
Ohhhh???
He flashed me a smirk. “The usual interest in taking over your body completely as my next vessel.”
Asshole.
“And have you?” Uulvin cut in, leaning forward with interest. “Taken over completely?”
Ziggy snapped his attention to the seer and swallowed thickly. “Not… completely, but we have?—”
He cut himself off this time, and for a moment, I assumed it was because he didn’t want to continue sharing in front of an audience.
