Samson wanted his claim to be special, but circumstances didn't warrant it. They barely knew each other. What if it didn't work out? Merilyn had been in too much pain, and Magdalena had said the elixir would wear off in an hour. That was giving them zero time to deliberate on the matter. Although Merilyn had given him her consent to go ahead, he knew it was out of necessity, not because she wanted it, but because it was the only way she could survive Boyce's severance. Merilyn was a kappa breed, so the severance could be deadly for her to endure.
"What are you waiting for?" Merilyn asked Samson, noticing his hesitation, and he smiled at her.
"I just think this isn't right," he confessed, worried that she might take it the wrong way.
"Why?" Merilyn asked with concern.
"You said it yours
