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226 pages, Kindle Edition
Published February 23, 2022
I saw her eyes fall to the muscles of my chest and arms and raised my chin with a small swell of pride. She sees my strength. Good. “You’re bleeding,” she said, pointing a tiny clawless finger at my chest. Oh.
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Although, now that I thought about it, I could not recall anyone ever specifically saying I was “good” or that I possessed “goodness.” But then again, no one had ever called me “bad” either. And that must have basically meant the same thing.
“These are our ancestral lands. You ask me to leave them to reside with our oldest enemies.”
“So?!” I cried, suddenly enraged at the futility of all this. Of all this enmity, this hate. “The other Gahns have all done it! They’ve all put aside their differences and allied!”
“The other Gahns had mates from among your kind.” Razek’s words were soft, softer than I’d expected. And for some reason, they set me off. I stomped up to his back, poking at it until he turned around to face me.
“You shouldn’t need the lure of some sweet mate pussy to do the right thing. This is safer for everyone! It’s a good decision!”
“I’m safe. I’m friends with both sides here, you got it? No killing each other.”
“Do not kill them. Unless they do something to deserve it,” I muttered to my men.
“Razek!” Jozelyn said, whirling on me.
“Do not worry, Jozelyn. We will adhere to the same code, ourselves. We will kill no one. Unless we are provoked,” the one named Xyan called from where they stood. Jozelyn threw her hands into the air, stomping away from us on her small feet,
It would have been better if he hadn’t looked so damn good saying it. Everything about him was made even more infuriating when combined with the fact that he was the most attractive Sea Sand bloke I’d come across so far.
“It occurs to me that I have done something very good. I have made you very happy,” I drawled. I kicked the hides off of my legs, shifting to lie on my back. I placed my hands behind my head and felt a surge of aroused satisfaction as Jozelyn’s gaze turned lustful and fell to the jutting rod of my cock. “Perhaps I deserve a reward for my great sacrifice.”
The Fol-Gahnala [dowager ghanala] came before me, raising her tail last of all. “Razek, I tell you this now,” she said, her colourless sight stars focused on me. “Gahn Itok chose you, Razek. Before he died, he said your name. But there was no one else there to witness it, so we had to call the baklok.”