having proved his point for him.
“Ra’kur,” she began, willing herself to an even tone as she took off her apron and laid it over the back of the chair. “I’m going into town. You can work on your ship or take a nap or watch a movie, whatever —I’ll be back in about two hours.”
His jaw hardened. “I am going with you, little bird.”
“No, you’re not!”
“Then you will not go.” He folded his arms, looking down at her from his great height. “And we will make do with the provisions I have on my ship.”
Jenna put her hand on her hip. “Just how many provisions do you have out there? Because, quite frankly, you could out-eat a whole football team.”
“It would be pleasant to have more human food,” he allowed. “But we do not need it in any case. We will leave in a few hours’ time.”
Jenna blinked. “Leave? What do you mean, ‘we’ll leave’?”
“Leave,” he repeated. “Journey to my homeworld.”
“Well, you just . . .?” The thrill that he wanted her with him smashed against the realization that in his mind her leaving the fucking planet was up to him to decide. “Don’t you think you’re assuming a little here?”
“I am not assuming. I have reconstructed the directional assembly and need only recalibrate the system. Once that is done we will gather your possessions and leave this world.”
She took a step back. “I’m not leaving. I’m not going anywhere !”
“Of course you are. You will return with me to Hir.”
“Just when did you decide that?” she demanded.
He frowned. “The first time we fucked.”
“And you didn’t even stop to think that maybe you should ask me?”
“We are lifemated, Jenna,” he said sharply. “You must come home with me.”
“ This is my home.” She backed away further, shaking her head. “And I’m not leaving it. I’m sure as hell not going to another planet!”
His eerie inhuman eyes narrowed. “You are being unreasonable.”
“ What? ” she flared. “What did you just call me?”
“Even if I were welcome here by other humans, you cannot truly expect that I would allow you to continue to live on this—”
He broke off, snapping his head toward the living room and baring his fangs, his whole body taut.
Her breath caught at the sudden change. “Ra’kur?”
“Trespasser,” he rumbled. “The peacekeeper has returned.”
“Bill’s here?”
She’d called and left Bill a message three days ago, as soon as her phone had charged. What the hell was he doing here?
“Okay.” Jenna headed for the living room, scrambling to think. “Okay. Hide. I’ll find out what he wants.”
“I will not hide ,” Ra’kur snarled, stalking after her.
“You hid the last time he was here!” she threw back. “What the hell was so different then?”
“I knew little of the ways of this world and you were so frightened I thought it best to comply then.”
“Yeah, and I’m frightened now, goddamn it!” she cried. Sure enough, that was Bill’s cruiser coming up the road. She urged Ra’kur toward her bedroom. “Don’t you understand? He can’t see you!”
“I do not care if he sees me! If he shows himself a threat, I will kill him.”
She felt herself blanch. “Stop it,” she whispered hoarsely. “Don’t even talk like that.”
Ra’kur’s huge hands clenched. “I have every right to defend my lifemate!”
Jenna wet her lips. Bill would be knocking on the door any second. Ra’kur wasn’t human, he was a g’hir warrior and he was reacting as if Bill really were a danger to her. But nothing could be further from the truth; somehow she had to get him to understand that—and fast.
Ra’kur’s alien visage was fierce, savage.
Deadly.
“Bill was my father’s friend,” she said, keeping her voice quiet and even. “He was my grandfather’s friend. He’s like an uncle to me. The last time he came here it was because he’d tried to contact me and got worried when he couldn’t. Bill is a good
“Ra’kur,” she began, willing herself to an even tone as she took off her apron and laid it over the back of the chair. “I’m going into town. You can work on your ship or take a nap or watch a movie, whatever —I’ll be back in about two hours.”
His jaw hardened. “I am going with you, little bird.”
“No, you’re not!”
“Then you will not go.” He folded his arms, looking down at her from his great height. “And we will make do with the provisions I have on my ship.”
Jenna put her hand on her hip. “Just how many provisions do you have out there? Because, quite frankly, you could out-eat a whole football team.”
“It would be pleasant to have more human food,” he allowed. “But we do not need it in any case. We will leave in a few hours’ time.”
Jenna blinked. “Leave? What do you mean, ‘we’ll leave’?”
“Leave,” he repeated. “Journey to my homeworld.”
“Well, you just . . .?” The thrill that he wanted her with him smashed against the realization that in his mind her leaving the fucking planet was up to him to decide. “Don’t you think you’re assuming a little here?”
“I am not assuming. I have reconstructed the directional assembly and need only recalibrate the system. Once that is done we will gather your possessions and leave this world.”
She took a step back. “I’m not leaving. I’m not going anywhere !”
“Of course you are. You will return with me to Hir.”
“Just when did you decide that?” she demanded.
He frowned. “The first time we fucked.”
“And you didn’t even stop to think that maybe you should ask me?”
“We are lifemated, Jenna,” he said sharply. “You must come home with me.”
“ This is my home.” She backed away further, shaking her head. “And I’m not leaving it. I’m sure as hell not going to another planet!”
His eerie inhuman eyes narrowed. “You are being unreasonable.”
“ What? ” she flared. “What did you just call me?”
“Even if I were welcome here by other humans, you cannot truly expect that I would allow you to continue to live on this—”
He broke off, snapping his head toward the living room and baring his fangs, his whole body taut.
Her breath caught at the sudden change. “Ra’kur?”
“Trespasser,” he rumbled. “The peacekeeper has returned.”
“Bill’s here?”
She’d called and left Bill a message three days ago, as soon as her phone had charged. What the hell was he doing here?
“Okay.” Jenna headed for the living room, scrambling to think. “Okay. Hide. I’ll find out what he wants.”
“I will not hide ,” Ra’kur snarled, stalking after her.
“You hid the last time he was here!” she threw back. “What the hell was so different then?”
“I knew little of the ways of this world and you were so frightened I thought it best to comply then.”
“Yeah, and I’m frightened now, goddamn it!” she cried. Sure enough, that was Bill’s cruiser coming up the road. She urged Ra’kur toward her bedroom. “Don’t you understand? He can’t see you!”
“I do not care if he sees me! If he shows himself a threat, I will kill him.”
She felt herself blanch. “Stop it,” she whispered hoarsely. “Don’t even talk like that.”
Ra’kur’s huge hands clenched. “I have every right to defend my lifemate!”
Jenna wet her lips. Bill would be knocking on the door any second. Ra’kur wasn’t human, he was a g’hir warrior and he was reacting as if Bill really were a danger to her. But nothing could be further from the truth; somehow she had to get him to understand that—and fast.
Ra’kur’s alien visage was fierce, savage.
Deadly.
“Bill was my father’s friend,” she said, keeping her voice quiet and even. “He was my grandfather’s friend. He’s like an uncle to me. The last time he came here it was because he’d tried to contact me and got worried when he couldn’t. Bill is a good
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