Warlord Wulf, Interstellar Brides Program Processing Center, Miami, Florida, Earth
Warlord Wulf, Interstellar Brides Program Processing Center, Miami, Florida, Earth“This idea was stupid from the start, and now it’s ridiculous,” I snarled.
A woman fluttered behind me with a small brush in her hand and brought it up to my neck. It not only tickled, but it was covered in a pale powder she was applying to my skin.
I swatted her away… carefully—she was small and female, and I didn’t want to hurt her—then looked back at the comms.
“What is the human doing to your neck?” Maxim asked, c*****g his head to the side as if that could help him see better. “Why are your cheeks that color? Are you ill?”
My beast practically snarled, ready to rip the comm screen off the wall. The frustration had bee
