“Dammit, Raiden, stop!” Neo yelled.
Torin’s eyes popped open.
“You will come no closer!”
Surprised by the possessiveness in the voice, Torin jerked his gaze to
the male standing nearest his bed. This was the one with the arousing scent. He
had swung around, chimes sounding softly as he put his back to Torin’s medibed—and
between Raiden and Torin.
That was the sound he’d heard earlier. After all the time he’d spent
with the Ne Reyn, he should’ve recognized it. Torin’s gaze traveled over the
male. Interesting. He didn’t have the light gray skin like a Ne Reynian.
Instead, it was the deep tan of the Tah’Narians.
Long cerulean blue hair fell halfway down a naked back. Torin wanted to
touch it. Maybe grab a handful and tug. His body warmed at the thought. The
male wore a silky, cobalt blue sarong tied at the waist—typical Ne Reynian
dress.
But the pointed ears that sat upon his head was pure Tah’Narian. As was
the tail that skittered on the floor. His build was delicate and slender, which
was a distinctive Ne Reynian males’ trait, even though he was taller than most.
The male’s fists clenched,
and sharp spines erupted from his knuckles. Torin’s eyes widened. Someone was
feeling threatened. This male was a hybrid. So, who’s young was this?
Raiden staggered to a
halt. “Laken?”
