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Authors: Yamila Abraham
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the universe. But Lysanter?
He might actually be okay.
Not that it mattered due to their body problem. How could you have a happy marriage with someone who had a sex organ the size of 300 pound animal? Was she supposed to have some surgical alteration? Was that what the traitor Maritza had done? Lenora hugged herself in her arms and shuddered.
A few times Lysanter made her forget about that glaring issue. She started to think about just giving up. To stop thinking and become his wife. She could see if she regretted it afterward. Every time that inkling slipped into her consciousness, like sleeping gas on an operating table, she forced herself to come back to reality. Vivian. She was responsible for her. She couldn’t live with herself if the girl won the games and headed back to Earth alone.
Vivian needed her much more than Lysanter did.
It was a stupid notion anyway. He was one of them. He put up a good front, but it was in his genes, in his heart to be an evil conqueror. He didn’t even try to convince her otherwise. The way he defended Elentinus annoyed her, but it also showed he was probably behaving honestly. If he wanted to trick her into thinking he was her perfect mate he should have sided with her against that bastard, and feigned a great deal of self-loathing also. Right now his tactic was to show her that he wasn’t so bad. In that, she admitted, he was having success. Especially since he was going to help Vivian stay out of Nayjoor’s mealy hands.
If he truly was a good guy he especially didn’t need to marry someone like her. The poison inside her made her chest ache whenever her thoughts veered toward her past. Pretending to be normal wasn’t something she could manage for a lifetime. She had to get out of here—the sooner the better. Lysanter was already putting dangerous ideas in her head about a life that was impossible for someone like her.
Lenora let herself flop back in bed and sigh. Don’t get too close to him. That had to be her plan. She didn’t see any reason he deserved to get hurt.
“Oh. My. God.”
Lenora jolted up. Vivian stood in the doorway dressed in a shimmering loose brown suit with a garish green jewel necklace and matching tiara. Her arms were weighed by the handles of a half dozen shopping bags.
“Vivian.”
The lanky girl bounded over to her and dumped her bags on the bed. “This planet is freaking awesome! It’s like pre-war Earth except full of cute-ass llamas. They’re so nice, Len! I mean, I couldn’t actually talk to them, but they were acting like I was some celebrity.”
Her brow rose. “Wow.”
She dumped out a bag of clothes and barrettes. “Here, check it out. They had this machine that would make clothes for you in like two minutes. I got to pick out the fabric and the styles and stuff. Here, I got this one for you.” She gave her a slinky black dress.
“Oh. Thank you.” She accepted it with some trepidation. When would she ever wear anything so impractical?
“Oh my God, the food is so good. I ate like such a fricking pig.” She dumped out another bag with jewelry and a decorated box. “Look at this! It’s a music box. Their music sucks, but oh my God, this is so pretty.” She opened it to show a llama dancing to a jangly tune inside. “Oh, and they have loads of crazy-ass wigs!”
“Vivian—what are you going to do with all this stuff? Most of it isn’t useful. We’re going to have to travel light in the woods.”
The air deflated from Vivian’s chest. “Well…I don’t know. I was just having…having fun.” She dropped down to sit beside her. “Well, fuck.”
“No, it’s fine. Have fun. You’re right—you should be able to enjoy yourself. It’s not like we’ll ever be here again.”
Now Vivian made a sound of anguish. “Why can’t
He might actually be okay.
Not that it mattered due to their body problem. How could you have a happy marriage with someone who had a sex organ the size of 300 pound animal? Was she supposed to have some surgical alteration? Was that what the traitor Maritza had done? Lenora hugged herself in her arms and shuddered.
A few times Lysanter made her forget about that glaring issue. She started to think about just giving up. To stop thinking and become his wife. She could see if she regretted it afterward. Every time that inkling slipped into her consciousness, like sleeping gas on an operating table, she forced herself to come back to reality. Vivian. She was responsible for her. She couldn’t live with herself if the girl won the games and headed back to Earth alone.
Vivian needed her much more than Lysanter did.
It was a stupid notion anyway. He was one of them. He put up a good front, but it was in his genes, in his heart to be an evil conqueror. He didn’t even try to convince her otherwise. The way he defended Elentinus annoyed her, but it also showed he was probably behaving honestly. If he wanted to trick her into thinking he was her perfect mate he should have sided with her against that bastard, and feigned a great deal of self-loathing also. Right now his tactic was to show her that he wasn’t so bad. In that, she admitted, he was having success. Especially since he was going to help Vivian stay out of Nayjoor’s mealy hands.
If he truly was a good guy he especially didn’t need to marry someone like her. The poison inside her made her chest ache whenever her thoughts veered toward her past. Pretending to be normal wasn’t something she could manage for a lifetime. She had to get out of here—the sooner the better. Lysanter was already putting dangerous ideas in her head about a life that was impossible for someone like her.
Lenora let herself flop back in bed and sigh. Don’t get too close to him. That had to be her plan. She didn’t see any reason he deserved to get hurt.
“Oh. My. God.”
Lenora jolted up. Vivian stood in the doorway dressed in a shimmering loose brown suit with a garish green jewel necklace and matching tiara. Her arms were weighed by the handles of a half dozen shopping bags.
“Vivian.”
The lanky girl bounded over to her and dumped her bags on the bed. “This planet is freaking awesome! It’s like pre-war Earth except full of cute-ass llamas. They’re so nice, Len! I mean, I couldn’t actually talk to them, but they were acting like I was some celebrity.”
Her brow rose. “Wow.”
She dumped out a bag of clothes and barrettes. “Here, check it out. They had this machine that would make clothes for you in like two minutes. I got to pick out the fabric and the styles and stuff. Here, I got this one for you.” She gave her a slinky black dress.
“Oh. Thank you.” She accepted it with some trepidation. When would she ever wear anything so impractical?
“Oh my God, the food is so good. I ate like such a fricking pig.” She dumped out another bag with jewelry and a decorated box. “Look at this! It’s a music box. Their music sucks, but oh my God, this is so pretty.” She opened it to show a llama dancing to a jangly tune inside. “Oh, and they have loads of crazy-ass wigs!”
“Vivian—what are you going to do with all this stuff? Most of it isn’t useful. We’re going to have to travel light in the woods.”
The air deflated from Vivian’s chest. “Well…I don’t know. I was just having…having fun.” She dropped down to sit beside her. “Well, fuck.”
“No, it’s fine. Have fun. You’re right—you should be able to enjoy yourself. It’s not like we’ll ever be here again.”
Now Vivian made a sound of anguish. “Why can’t
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