“The parkour race is happening today, and there are limbs and feet flying.We don’t want to get in the way.”
A crashing sound in the distance proved her point.
Chapter Two
The path narrowed,and Akervel put his hand on her back.“You mentioned you were hungry.”
“Yes.”She kept walking.
“You don’t need to eat?”
“I do, but I can go months without drinking, and usually, that is what I am doing.”She shrugged.“I am used to it.”
“The first time you saw me?”
“I was starving, and there was mate hunger mixing in with abject terror.”
He swallowed.“Terror?”
“You are bigger, stronger, probably faster.I have been kept weak by males before, and you did not look happy to see me.”
“I was stunned.I also felt the draw of a mating match, and I had just been in my larger form, so I was working using his expressions and instincts.”
“Hence the mating run.”
“Yes.I believe that his species developed it because if he were chasing a female, she would be terrified.”
She chuckled.“Or very, very fast.”
He laughed.“Correct.He wants to be caught.He wants it desperately.”
“Ah, but what do I do with him if I catch him?”She looked.“I honestly don’t know.I was always held down.I don’t understand how touch could be involved.”
The most astonishing thing happened.Crimson washed through him in a wave and lit lines under his skin.She smiled and touched his shoulder.“Pretty.”
“Usually the last thing that prey sees.How are you so...you?”
