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L’eon dug through the spaceship, his sensitive nose searching for anything that might be unusual. His ears twitched back and forth as he listened for the slight hum of an electrical charge.
He had left Madas sound asleep on the tree limb a while ago, curiously following and watching Gril for almost an hour as the male worked on his spaceship, and he’d discovered that this pale version of his Familiar was funny—much like Madas.
They both certainly liked to talk to themselves, L’eon thought with amusement.
L’eon had finally decided the ultimate test was to see what the Tearnat would do when he saw him. If he was as horrible and dangerous as Madas feared, he could kill the male with one touch and be done with it. Madas had enough trouble in her life just dealing with the horrid woman sh
