Chapter Nineteen
Trelon burst through the door to his living quarters looking around desperately. Symba was bouncing excitedly back and forth between the living area and the sleeping area. Trelon walked slowly through to the other room. He could hear the muffled voice of his mate singing softly in the cleansing unit.
He walked through the sleeping area and paused inside the doorway of the cleansing unit, watching his mate through the clear glass as she tilted her head back and let the water run through her hair. It’s getting longer, Trelon thought distractedly, and her purple streaks are disappearing. He made a note to find out how to put them back in. He liked her purple streaks.
All thoughts vanished from his mind when she turned around to face him with her eyes closed. Trelon quietly
