Trying not to be obvious about it, he checked the Xian’s skin for silver streaks that might indicate an oncoming rut. If the mating fever was on his friend, it wouldn’t be safe for any male to be near him. Or, more accurately, anywhere near the female Beauty could smell in the bedroom. Her scent seemed familiar but with Nat’s wound so tightly around him, he had trouble placing it. But Rish’s skin was clear of silver, and he grinned, walking through to the sitting area and to a cabinet with bottles on the top.
“You’re not interrupting. At the moment.”
He half turned, lifting a glass tumbler in question. Beauty nodded, taking a seat on a low couch set against one of the stone walls of the former cell. He never sat with his back to the bars even though they were covered with wall hangings l
