Chapter Sixteen
Ristéard escorted them to where several transports waited. He did not ride with any of them but instead sat upon what looked like a motorcycle without wheels. His elite guard rode similar types of vehicles. The transport they were escorted to was almost identical to those on Kassis.
“I want one of those,” Madas said with a mischievous grin as they slipped into the transport. “They look like fun.”
Gril snorted. “No.”
“Have you ever ridden one?” Madas asked her mate with a raised eyebrow.
Gril flushed a darker tan. “Yes,” he responded reluctantly. “But the answer is still no.”
Madas stared at Gril intently until he broke eye contact with a sigh of resignation. “You are breeding. You shouldn’t do anything dangerous,” he muttered defensively.
Star and River giggled as t
