Blind Fall: Alien Mate Romance (Stolen by an Alien Book 5) by Amanda Milo

Author:Amanda Milo [Milo, Amanda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-11-05T23:00:00+00:00

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Legs shaved—no nicks, just one slightly stressed alien who for all his curiosity, could only bring the blade up to my mid-calf without balking (he said his nerves couldn’t take de-pelting and he’d heard about laser technologies being tested in his capital, and maybe they’d like to de-hair an alien leg or two)—we’re ready to roll out of the farm yard.

I’m full of curiosity during our first foray together to a training and hoof trimming appointment. It officially kicks off with Meesahrah jostling Cohrah out of the way for the privilege of pulling our wagon, and Breslin oversees more driving practice for me as he directs me to our destination.

I love driving. It’s second only to walking Kota.

When we pull up at an area that changes from gravel crunching under our tires—ah, make that wagon wheels—to softer grass that lets the wheels sink a little, Breslin tells me to call a stop to Meesahrah.

I’m taking in the smells (more Narwari) and sounds (honking Narwari) when I hear Meesahrah start snapping her teeth.

Breslin quietly warns, “Don’t you dare.”

A new voice calls, “Ah, Meesahrah. Being pleasant as alway—krit, is that a woman?”

The wagon edges forward and the reins go taut in my hands and when Meesahrah’s fangs scissor together again, Breslin brings his hand down heavily on the seat, making it vibrate under us as he growls, “Bite him and I will fashion your teeth into jewelry for Sanna to wear.”

“Don’t bring me into this. Hi,” I wave to the stranger. Kota shifts beside my leg and I can tell she’s waving her paw too.

“Well hello, beauty,” he pauses in that way people do when they’re regarding someone, “And beasts. Something the matter, Breslin?” he says by way of greeting.

Breslin doesn’t say anything back.

The stranger doesn’t seem to notice. His attention seems to be caught up in other things. “If I didn’t know better, she almost looks like a Gryfala. I’ve heard a Garthmaw attracts rare treasures, but crite! What can you tell me about the lovelies you’ve brought?”

“Sanna?” Breslin says slowly. “This was Fellmoor.”

...Was?

Breslin does not extend the greeting Fellmoor, this is Sanna, like I expect. Maybe his culture doesn’t add this particular nicety.

Or maybe Breslin’s beyond the ability to be polite. His words sound like they have fangs longer than Meesahrah’s. “Sanna, hold my trimmers.” Something heavy shudders as he drags it from where it rested near my feet before it’s weight is laid across my lap. “I just sharpened the blades on these. We should all be careful. They’ll cut clean through anything that dares to stick out.” Another heavy item is dragged past my foot. “And here’s the emasculator. Any salkell needing to be controlled around salks can be fixed right with these. Will they be needed this visit, Fellmoor?”

I set my hand on the bench between us, my little finger brushing Breslin’s thigh. His voice sounds warning-tense, no teasing—he’s not fondly annoyed like he was with Meesahrah. Not fond at all.

Two of Breslin’s big fingers tap the back of my hand twice, and it’s mostly reassuring.

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