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busy
recovering from the injuries he received the other night. But he should be
down in a few minutes."
Katelyn's palms grew clammy as unease trickled along her spine. "Other
night? How long was I out?"
"Two days." Alyssa bit her bottom lip, choosing her words. "Well, I assume
you mean in Earth terms. When it's night there, it's day here. So, when
Grayson brought you back through the between, it was two nights ago,
Earth time, or two days ago, Tador time."
Sick dread pooled inside Katelyn's stomach. Rita had probably reported
her missing by now. Crap! "I have to get back. Rita will be freaking out."
Alyssa placed a hand over Katelyn's. The queen's hand was soft and warm,
and Katelyn had a sudden urge to graze her thumb over the back of it the
way Grayson had done to Katelyn's after her vision at her store.
Unaware of Katelyn's thoughts, or maybe in spite of them, Alyssa
continued. "I figured you'd be worried about your store, so I had one of the
guards write a note to your co-owner. They also cleaned up as best they
could and brought your purse—it's in the bottom drawer of the nightstand
in the room where you woke. Rita will think you and Grayson have run off
for a week-long cruise." Alyssa cocked her head to the side to study
Katelyn's reaction. "We've also left discreet guards in place around the
neighborhood, and some inside the shop, to ensure the Cunts don't harm
Rita to try to get to you."
Katelyn caught her breath. She'd been so busy coming to terms with her
own situation, she hadn't stopped to consider Rita might be in danger.
Hell, she still wasn't sure why she was in danger. "Thanks. I wouldn't want
anything to happen to her." The comforting balm of relief slid through
Katelyn, and she sighed. At least Rita wouldn't worry about her.
She took a breath to ask Alyssa why either she or Rita were in danger, but
then Alyssa squeezed Katelyn's hand and let go to relax against her chair.
The breath backed up in Katelyn's lungs, and she swallowed hard as
another thick surge of arousal surged through her. Her labia throbbed, and
her nipples were suddenly sensitive, her breasts heavy and aching.
A gentle breeze teased the queen's hair, and the beads in her braids tinkled
against each other like fairy song.
Katelyn dropped her hands into her lap to keep from reaching back out for
Alyssa's hand. Whether this planet affected her or not, she found it
disconcerting to react to a woman almost as much as she'd reacted to
Grayson.
"It amazes me that men don't think of these things." Alyssa continued,
hopefully unaware of Katelyn's discomfiting reaction. "But, then, they're
men. They think we'll just blindly follow whatever they dictate without
question."
Katelyn nodded. A subject change would be good—anything to get away
from this sudden sexual attraction to the queen. She cleared her throat,
hoping her voice would work. "So, do you know what this is all about?
Why those pale guys showed up at my store?"
Pain, followed quickly by anger, etched across Alyssa's face, surprising
Katelyn. "Yes, I know only too well who they are and what they want."
Alyssa dropped the remains of her pastry onto the plate in front of her.
"About twenty-four years ago, there was a civil war here on Tador. The
Klatch all look pretty much like Grayson and myself—dark hair, lavender
eyes, the men muscular, the women curvy. The other race we warred with
are called the Cunts."
Katelyn cringed at the term. "Yikes. What a horrible name for a race."
Alyssa laughed. "You have no idea." She topped off her glass of tea from
the pitcher. "Most of the Cunts are products of a mating between two halfKlatch, half-human parents. Once the Klatch blood is diluted to that
degree, their physical characteristics change, and their children are pale
blond, with tight, athletic bodies and clear blue eyes. Over time, the Cunts
decided they were superior to the Klatch and tried to overthrow the king
and queen—my
recovering from the injuries he received the other night. But he should be
down in a few minutes."
Katelyn's palms grew clammy as unease trickled along her spine. "Other
night? How long was I out?"
"Two days." Alyssa bit her bottom lip, choosing her words. "Well, I assume
you mean in Earth terms. When it's night there, it's day here. So, when
Grayson brought you back through the between, it was two nights ago,
Earth time, or two days ago, Tador time."
Sick dread pooled inside Katelyn's stomach. Rita had probably reported
her missing by now. Crap! "I have to get back. Rita will be freaking out."
Alyssa placed a hand over Katelyn's. The queen's hand was soft and warm,
and Katelyn had a sudden urge to graze her thumb over the back of it the
way Grayson had done to Katelyn's after her vision at her store.
Unaware of Katelyn's thoughts, or maybe in spite of them, Alyssa
continued. "I figured you'd be worried about your store, so I had one of the
guards write a note to your co-owner. They also cleaned up as best they
could and brought your purse—it's in the bottom drawer of the nightstand
in the room where you woke. Rita will think you and Grayson have run off
for a week-long cruise." Alyssa cocked her head to the side to study
Katelyn's reaction. "We've also left discreet guards in place around the
neighborhood, and some inside the shop, to ensure the Cunts don't harm
Rita to try to get to you."
Katelyn caught her breath. She'd been so busy coming to terms with her
own situation, she hadn't stopped to consider Rita might be in danger.
Hell, she still wasn't sure why she was in danger. "Thanks. I wouldn't want
anything to happen to her." The comforting balm of relief slid through
Katelyn, and she sighed. At least Rita wouldn't worry about her.
She took a breath to ask Alyssa why either she or Rita were in danger, but
then Alyssa squeezed Katelyn's hand and let go to relax against her chair.
The breath backed up in Katelyn's lungs, and she swallowed hard as
another thick surge of arousal surged through her. Her labia throbbed, and
her nipples were suddenly sensitive, her breasts heavy and aching.
A gentle breeze teased the queen's hair, and the beads in her braids tinkled
against each other like fairy song.
Katelyn dropped her hands into her lap to keep from reaching back out for
Alyssa's hand. Whether this planet affected her or not, she found it
disconcerting to react to a woman almost as much as she'd reacted to
Grayson.
"It amazes me that men don't think of these things." Alyssa continued,
hopefully unaware of Katelyn's discomfiting reaction. "But, then, they're
men. They think we'll just blindly follow whatever they dictate without
question."
Katelyn nodded. A subject change would be good—anything to get away
from this sudden sexual attraction to the queen. She cleared her throat,
hoping her voice would work. "So, do you know what this is all about?
Why those pale guys showed up at my store?"
Pain, followed quickly by anger, etched across Alyssa's face, surprising
Katelyn. "Yes, I know only too well who they are and what they want."
Alyssa dropped the remains of her pastry onto the plate in front of her.
"About twenty-four years ago, there was a civil war here on Tador. The
Klatch all look pretty much like Grayson and myself—dark hair, lavender
eyes, the men muscular, the women curvy. The other race we warred with
are called the Cunts."
Katelyn cringed at the term. "Yikes. What a horrible name for a race."
Alyssa laughed. "You have no idea." She topped off her glass of tea from
the pitcher. "Most of the Cunts are products of a mating between two halfKlatch, half-human parents. Once the Klatch blood is diluted to that
degree, their physical characteristics change, and their children are pale
blond, with tight, athletic bodies and clear blue eyes. Over time, the Cunts
decided they were superior to the Klatch and tried to overthrow the king
and queen—my
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