BROOK STARED AT NATHAN as his word choice swam in her head. She could have described her relationship with Kyle with plenty of other words. f*******n, exciting ... right, to name a few.
“It does not feel unnatural to me,” she found herself saying.
“Maybe amongst your race, crossbreeding is a given or accep—” Nathan seemed to still suddenly, before he rubbed a hand across his face and gave a low groan. “Please tell me you two have, at the very least, been using precautions.”
“Oh, Jesus,” Kyle muttered, his jaw jutting out as he shook his head. “Seriously?”
“Yes, I’m serious,” Nathan said.
Kyle’s father, Connor, went back to folding his arms, but his stance more than said he wouldn’t budge, either, until they had gotten an answer.
“It is unnecessary,” Brook said.
Connor’s head tilted
