Except, that was a lifetime ago. A handful of years that might as well be entire geologic eras. Back then, I was Human. I wasn’t terrified of the full moon, or of what color my blood would spill if I cut myself. Once I began to realize that there was something very, very wrong with me, the entire concept of s*x became laughably trivial. At the beginning of my abduction, I was briefly concerned that it might be forced upon me. When that wasn’t the case, it was pleasantly forgotten.
And now here I am. Thinking about it. s*x is a giant winged dragon, stretching awake in my head.
“Can you . . .” I swallow. “These biological changes you mentioned. Can you control yourself?”
The meaning takes a minute to sink in. When it does, I half expect Koen to resent my question, but there’s no trace of
