Page 81 of The Mating Games


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Suddenly, a memory from the pod flashed before me.

Aurora, frantically drawing something on the glass wall of her pod, trying to convey a message.

A rectangle, a triangle, and a cross.

In my confusion and rising anxiety, I had failed to understand her message earlier.

I still didn’t get it.

It was an odd drawing.

Was she showing me her art skills?

At a time such as this?

She kept pointing to the floor of her pod.

Was she drawing its schematics?

None of it made any sense to me.

But it had to the disgusting beast in the next pod.

It had understood her drawing where I had not.

I needed to think more like a dumb creature with an IQ of 6.

What had he seen in her drawing that I had not?

The images she had etched on her pod wall — a triangle, a cross, encased in a rectangle — gnawed at my mind.

It was like a code that needed deciphering.

I had heard from my studies of Earth that humans loved riddles, mysteries, and games of intellect.

They reveled in sending encrypted messages, finding pleasure in the challenge of decoding the indecipherable.

But as a Zelthori, this was foreign territory.

The way we communicated was straightforward, our language devoid of hidden messages or dual meanings.

Yet, here I was, staring at symbols, trying to decipher the intent of a female I had grown so fond of.

Was this some human riddle she was playing with me?

An endearing trick that if I were of her species, I would’ve immediately understood?

The doubt and uncertainty weighed on me.

But a small part of me — perhaps the part that had grown closer to Aurora over this ordeal — clung onto hope.

Maybe there was a method to this madness.

Maybe she wasn’t just toying with me.

My mind raced back to our moments together.

Each location, every scenario we had experienced.

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