The Purveli (Aldebarian Alliance: Book 3) by Dianne Duvall

Author:Dianne Duvall [Dianne Duvall]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2022-01-04T00:00:00+00:00

Jak’ri stared out over Runaka Sea. The water churned angrily as clouds gathered overhead.

Seated on the grass, his arms looped around bent knees, he tried to pinpoint the source of unrest that filled him and failed. The forest behind him held a dark, ominous feel today. And a sense of danger constantly pricked him.

Why?

Leaves rustled behind him.

Lunging to his feet, Jak’ri swung around to face the trees.

His heart pounded as he clenched his hands into fists.

The foliage parted and Ava emerged. She wore the same blue pants and colorful shirt he’d seen her in before.

She smiled. “Hi, stranger. Fancy meeting you here.”

He relaxed as the pensive feeling that had been plaguing him fell away. “I only understood about half of that.”

Laughing, she closed the distance between them. “It’s something Earthlings say when they run into someone unexpectedly.”

Smiling, he shook his head and drew her into a loose embrace. “This is my meditation spot. You always see me here.”

“I know. I just didn’t want you to get a big head over me following you here so often.”

The foliage behind her rustled again. “Too late,” a male said just before Ziv’ri stepped into view. He smiled and sent Ava a wink. “His head has been overly large since birth.”

She laughed. “As far as I can tell, all of him is large.”

Jak’ri grinned and waggled his eyebrows. “And by that she means all of me.”

Ziv’ri responded with a comical grimace while Ava blushed an appealing pink.

“What are you doing here?” she asked his brother with a smile.

Ziv’ri shrugged. “I saw Jak’ri brooding up here, knew you’d probably join him, and thought I’d come along and provide you with a superior example of the Purveli male to admire in his stead.” So saying, he struck several poses, flexing his muscles, most of which were on display since he only wore his swim shorts.

Jak’ri shook his head in exasperation.

Ava laughed, then assumed a thoughtful expression. “Hmm. I don’t know. Jak’ri here has one hell of a fine Purveli form. I don’t think anyone can beat that.”

Grinning, Jak’ri strutted over to his brother, puffed out his chest, then struck several poses of his own.

Ziv’ri rolled his eyes and gave him a shove.

Ava’s pretty face lit with humor as she watched them seemingly vie for her regard.

“All right,” Ziv’ri said, “let’s just agree that we’re evenly matched in appearance. Now let’s determine which one of us is the better diver.”

Jak’ri glanced at the sea, pleased to find it calm now. Even the clouds overhead had thinned, letting snippets of sunlight peek through. “Since I’m clearly the better diver,” he announced with feigned arrogance, “I’ll take that challenge.”

Smiling, Ava moved to the side. “All right. Let’s see ’em, boys. Give me your best dives.”

Ziv’ri volunteered to go first and backed up to the trees. After pausing for a dramatic moment, he raced toward the cliff. Hitting the edge with both feet, he pushed off, flew forward, performed a series of twists and flips, then hit the water below with barely a splash.

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