A Gift for the Alien Warrior (Treasured by the Alien Book 7) by Honey Phillips

Author:Honey Phillips [Phillips, Honey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-05-07T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

As Taranov led Latiri back down the stairs, his heart sang with happiness. She was willing to try and be his mate. He hadn’t dared to hope that she would forgive him, but he would do everything in his power to reward her trust.

Curall was waiting at the bottom of the stairs. He was Tillichi, lean and weathered with age, and he frowned as he saw Latiri at his side. He ignored the suspicious frown, his voice full of pride as he introduced her.

“Curall, this is my mate. Wendy. And our child, Kivi.”

Curall studied him from two bright purple eyes, his gaze still sharp despite his years.

“Your mate? What kind of fool talk is—” He broke off as he stared at Latiri’s face. “A human? You mated with a human?”

His mate raised her chin defiantly and stared back at Curall.

“Is there something wrong with being human?”

“Only if you don’t mind having a price on your head,” Curall muttered and glared at him. “Don’t you know that trading in humans is illegal?”

He was not surprised that Curall had recognized her species—the old man heard every scrap of gossip that passed through the port—but he didn’t like his assumption.

“Of course I did not trade for her.”

“He rescued me,” Latiri said indignantly. “Don’t you know him well enough to know he would never do anything so despicable?”

Her defense of him warmed his heart and mollified his own anger. He raised an eyebrow at Curall who looked completely taken back, then watched in surprise as the old man actually ducked his head.

“You’re right. Shoulda known better. Sorry, boy,” he muttered in Taranov’s direction.

“I understand that it is an unusual situation.”

“It certainly is.”

“You can say that again.” Curall and Latiri spoke at almost the same time. She laughed, and a reluctant smile creased the old man’s face before he sniffed defiantly.

“I suppose you’re hungry.”

It wasn’t a question, and Taranov knew better than to argue. He suspected that Latiri did as well because she only looked at him and shrugged, then followed in the old man’s footsteps.

The kitchen on the ground floor overlooked the courtyard and even though it was indisputably Curall’s domain, it was one of Taranov’s favorite places. He led Latiri to a seat at the big wooden table, then reached for Kivi when the baby’s eyes opened.

“Let me take her. She will be hungry soon.”

Curall frowned at him from his position at the stove.

“How old is she?”

Latiri shot him a panicked look, but he gave her a reassuring smile. He had no concerns about Curall betraying them.

“We do not know.”

“Hmph.” The old man came close and peered at the baby. Kivi stared back, her eyes wide, as Curall gently ran a gnarled finger along her gums. “No teeth yet. I’ll try cereal.”

Latiri shot him another alarmed look. “Are you sure she’s old enough?”

“We’ll find out, won’t we?” When she opened her mouth to protest, the old man grinned at her. “Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing. But it will probably be a mess,” he added as he returned to the stove.

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