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390 pages, Kindle Edition
Published May 31, 2019
He shoved me sideways, then held up his middle finger. “What’s with you falling to the floor like a crying tiny canine?”
My head swirled around. “Like a what? I’m trying to be offended, but I have no idea what you said.”
He spoke in Katavukai. I laughed. Then I doubled over, laughing harder until the bullet pinched a nerve in my back. I straightened and patted Reuel’s shoulder. “You need to work on your English, my friend. The phrase is whiny little bitch.”
“That’s you.” He pointed at my face. “Whiny little bitch.”
“Crying tiny canine is a hell of a lot funnier.”
Reuel shoved him back. “Donkey hole.”
Nathan blinked. “What?”
I laughed. “It’s asshole, Reuel.”
“Asshole,” Reuel repeated.
“What the hell?” Nathan asked, laughing.
“The language is new for him,” Cassiel said. “He understands English perfectly well, but it’s interpreted for him in literal meanings. Your moronic insults and idioms make no real sense to us in Katavukai.”
“I like it.” Nathan gave Reuel a thumbs-up. “I’m going to start calling people donkey holes.”
Reuel winked at him.
It was a video. I expected it to be of Iliana crawling. Instead, it was a clip taken over Nathan’s shoulder from behind. He was holding Iliana in the crook of his arm while he held a picture album in his hand. The book was open to a photo of Sloan.
“Illy, who’s this?” he asked her.
“Mama!” she chirped happily, clapping her tiny hands.
He turned the page. “And who’s this?” It was a photo of Sloan’s dad.
“Papa!” She looked off-camera and pointed, probably because Dr. Jordan was somewhere in the room.
“Good girl.” Nathan turned another page. “And who is this?”
It was a picture of me, wearing a black T-shirt and jeans, stretched across the white bed I’d shared with Sloan. It was taken a few days before Iliana was born.
Iliana lunged forward and grabbed the book. “Appa!”
Appa. The word for Father in Katavukai. I covered my mouth with my hand as a few rogue tears escaped down my cheeks.
Nate squeezed my arm. “She knows you, brother.”