Dragon's Desire: A SciFi Alien Romance (Red Planet Dragons of Tajss Book 8) by Miranda Martin

Author:Miranda Martin [Martin, Miranda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
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Published: 2018-03-18T16:00:00+00:00

13

Sarah

“Come on, Picard,” I urge my kedi.

She stares at me then, I swear by all the stars, slowly shakes her head like she knows exactly what I want her to do and is telling me to take a leap. Frowning, I glare at her, and it looks like she grins. She raises a paw and places it on her forehead, like she’s face palming me, which is why I came up with her name. Swearing a not-so-nice word, I throw my hands up and turn my back on her. Drosdan turns away quickly, but not quick enough for me to miss he was watching.

“We should gather more water,” he says.

“You were watching,” I accuse. He glances at me, then looks away shaking his head. “Don’t try denying it, I saw you. What is wrong with her?”

“It’s a kedi,” he says, as if that is all the answer there is to the world or it actually tells me anything.

We didn’t have kedi on the ship. Pets were a luxury that only the top-ranked, most wealthy could afford. They weren’t common even though they were there. Enough that once we’d landed the breeds could be mated but their population was strictly controlled. There weren’t enough resources to let them breed without strict rules.

“And?” I prompt.

He shrugs, glances again, but looks past me at the animal.

“I don’t know,” he says, shaking his head. “I don’t think I like them. Or liked them.”

He hates admitting that he’s lost chunks of his memory. Knowing that it was a big admission for him to say anything to that effect, I let it drop. Turning to face the kedi, I arch an eyebrow at her, then decide she’s going to do whatever the hell she wants anyway and give up. Drosdan has our water bottle and a pot in his hand as he leaves our home, so I fall in with him.

We’ve been here for three weeks and life is finding a rhythm, as it does. We’ve passed the days exploring the village and working on creating basic comforts. Stepping out of our home into the hot, double suns, I squint against the glare and follow him. The village is a series of interlinked squares, all the homes facing in toward each other, eight buildings, two each side-by-side form the pattern. Between the two side-by-side buildings is a walkway which leads to the next square. There are fourteen such squares that comprise this village. Drosdan says it’s a small village by Zmaj standards but it’s plenty large enough for a community.

Drosdan is heading between two of the buildings towards the water source we found, which is two squares over. Rushing over, I catch up to him and follow him through the next square. His tail swishes back and forth, holding my attention as the scales running down it reflect the sunlight, casting tiny rainbows into the air. His wings rustle, and the muscles of his back shift as he moves. It’s a gorgeous, enticing sight watching him just walk.

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