Stark
Stark
My small ship had never carried this many. Warden Egara had offered to keep Rebecca safe in Miami. My stubborn mate, however, had adamantly refused to be left behind.
So here we were, crammed inside my ship with six Atlan Warlords, each one competing for Lilah’s attention. They were going to fatten our pet twice her already monstrous size if they didn’t stop using my S-Gen machine to make her favorite dog treats. Rebecca had taught them all of her pet’s commands and they were jostling one another aside like children to watch the drooling creature sit. Stand. Lay down. Back up. Roll over.
Play dead. That one was their favorite. I had to admit, the sight of Lilah lying on her back with her tongue hanging limply from the side of her mouth was highly amusing.
And Rebecca? She
