“It sounds as if he has important news.” Zylar hurried ahead, entering with haste due to the urgency of Snaps’s cry. “So that’s what Snaps is saying when he barks,” Beryl said in a thoughtful tone. “As they closed the distance to his private quarters, he contemplated the problem, but before he came to any conclusions, he heard shouting. “Are you well enough to compete?” he asked. “I…thanks.” She ducked her head, and the color of her cheeks shifted, darkening with what looked like it might be an injury. “You are well named, my unexpected treasure.” Ignoring the question, Zylar churred in satisfaction. The best known types are emerald and aquamarine, but I’m honestly glad my mom didn’t get more specific.” That I will do gladly.” He set off again, pleased with how readily they’d reached a sensible compromise. “Shit, since you put it that way, now I don’t like those options either. “Why would I comment on the delectable nature of your organs?” Zylar shuddered delicately. But if you want to put a smile on my face, call me sweetheart or baby or…” She stopped talking, likely reading his horror. You will behold many fearsome competitors in the Choosing, but I do not believe anyone can best you.” Zylar processed the reaction, but he didn’t understand her outrage. “What did I say about working on your endearments?” she snapped. They can keep thinking it’s a scary battle face, I don’t mind.” “Would it trouble you not to clarify this to others? It makes you less imposing.” He never would have made that connection on his own. When I show my teeth, it’s not a display of power or dominance. “Also, I’ve been meaning to explain this to you.

Strange Love by Ann Aguirre