Seven
The next morning, Edagon woke with his human still asleep in his arms. He watched her delicate features as she slept, her wavy chestnut locks cascading down her back, her long eyelashes twitching with her dreams and her plump pink lips just begging for him to kiss her. She was so strong, so very strong that it woke something deep inside him.
He had meant what he said the night before. The moment that man had raised his gun in her direction, he had seen red. He had wanted to rip the man’s head from his shoulders right where he stood, but instead, for Aubrie’s sake, he had simply used his UX756, a device meant to debilitate and paralyze his enemies. It had taken more self-control then he had thought he had.
The humans had no defense against it. They had probably not even known of it
