Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
“I want to talk to her. Now.”
“Listen, Limerick. I know all about you—”
“It’s Lyric and you don’t know shit about me.”
Oh, but I do. I know exactly how she got that nickname too. Rather than continue to waste everyone’s time, I flash her a smug smirk. One that says, “Yeah, I know because I’m your sister’s best friend.”
“You will release her to me,” she commands, her voice authoritative like Breccan’s.
“We’re not releasing her anywhere, Lyric,” I growl. “She’s ours.”
Theron shoots me a hard look, which I ignore.
“Yours?” Lyric’s nostrils flare and her lip curls up.
Mine.
“Yes, ours,” I challenge. “And we’re going to make you ours too.”
Fury morphs her face into one of rage, but then she wipes it away with a sinister smile. “Well, since you asked so sweetly. Just the two of you handsome fellas on that ship?”
“Just us,” I tell her.
Theron shakes his head and runs his fingers through his hair. “Unbelievable.”
“You’re cleared to land,” she says, her voice deceptively calm.
“They’re going to kidnap you,” someone whispers to her.
Lyric leans away from the view of the camera and whispers back, “They can fucking try.”
Kidnap isn’t a word we morts knew of, that is until the aliens started throwing it around. It means to take to the facility and keep them as ours. We’re definitely kidnapping Lyric and Willow. They should be pleased to be kidnapped and brought back to their families.
“Yes, kidnap,” I confirm. “We’ll be kidnapping you and Willow both. The others are none of our concern.”
Someone shrieks near Lyric and she comes back on screen, her eyes flashing in a challenging way. “Is that so, monster man?”
I flash her my rogstud horns with my fingers, a gesture meant to make those around me calm and sometimes laugh. “We’re on our way, alien.”
“Alien?” she scoffs, narrowing her eyes at the movement.
“Do you see any other aliens around?”
Her nostrils flare, but then she takes a deep breath and calms. It appears I do have Breccan’s flare for diplomacy after all. She smiles in a way that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “The whole alien gang will be here ready to give you a warm welcome. Bye, boys.”
The line goes dead.
“I got a bad feeling about this,” Theron mutters, shooting me an annoyed glare.
I tuck away my letter, ignoring his hunch. “Let’s go kidnap some females.”
So I can get back to mine. Aria. The mate I’ll never stop longing for.
This mission no longer feels like a punishment. It will be a reward the moment I retrieve the females and bring them back to Aria. She’ll hug me and I’ll nuzzle her hair, inhaling her unique scent. It’ll be the most wonderful gift a mort could receive.
Happy rekking birthday to me.