CHAPTER 13
SONIA“I have to see him,” Sonia said.
The big purple dickhead blocked her path. “You cannot,” he warned.
“Lorran, I swear if you do not get out of my way, we will have words.”
Confusion wrinkled between his brows. “We are having words now. Will they be different words?”
“She means angry words. She’ll lose her temper.” Wyn wedged herself between her alien husband and Sonia and gently pried them apart. “Let’s calm down.”
That was the moment right there when Sonia lost her ever-loving mind. She jabbed a finger into Lorran’s chest, like he was the personification of every frustrating aspect of alien-human relations.
“Why is it like this? Why is it always extremes? Mandatory testing. Instant teleportation, no time to clean out the fridge or put in your two weeks’ notice. Just,
