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understand, but it was there.
    She kicked a loose stone on the side of the one-lane road as they walked towards the place she now called home.
    “So, you make photographs,” he said, making her laugh softly.  
    “I take them, yes.”  
    He seemed confused by her statement and again she wondered where he was from. “And you do this with animals?”  
    “I do. I love them.”  
    “Have you a man?” he asked bluntly.
    She missed a step but was thankfully still arm in arm with him so she didn’t fall. “Um, no. No man.”  
    “Good. I would have challenged him for your hand.”  
    Challenged him?
    She gulped and would have commented but Kabril tugged gently on her arm and used his free hand to point towards the sky. “Look there. Do you see it?”
    She looked up and spotted a large bird in the air. The late spring breeze tickled her skin but she ignored the cold as she realized what she was staring up at. “Is that another red-tail hawk?”
    “Yes.” He drew her closer to him. Heat seemed to radiate from his powerful body and she sank against him, warming herself and enjoying the feel of his firm body. “I believe your Henry is truly a Henry.”
    Shocked, she shook her head and continued keeping her gaze skyward. “No. That can’t be him. He was hurt. I saw him trying to fly but failing.”
    Kabril chuckled. “That is a female flying above. She’s calling for the male. It involves a courtship of sorts.”
    “So,” she grinned, “Henry has a chick?”
    “A chick? As in a fledgling?” The serious tone of his voice made her laugh.
    “I mean as in a hot woman. A girl. A sexy significant other. A wife. A ball and chain. A…”
    As Kabril slid his hand over hers, she stopped spouting off and enjoyed his touch. His golden gaze fixed on her. “A ball and chain? Is that really a description one uses for their mate here?”
    “Uh, mate?” Rayna steered him to the side of her house. “Funny, I think your term is stranger than mine.”

Chapter Seven

    Kabril drew in the human female’s sweet scent. She smelled of roses and sandalwood. Two scents he was familiar with from his visits to Earth and two scents he enjoyed greatly. His loins burned with the need to find solace in her divine body. Her dark hair was pulled into some sort of a twist, leaving long strands of it free and cascading over her slender shoulders. She stared up at him through eyes so blue they nearly stole his breath. When Sachin had told him of the beautiful women to be found on Earth, he’d dismissed him. As he pulled Rayna closer to him, he knew he owed his old friend an apology. Not only was she beautiful, she sparked a primal urge in Kabril that no wench had prior.
    Do not call your woman a wench.
    Sachin’s voice filled his head as if he were part of Kabril’s thought process. Perhaps he was, for Kabril could not think clearly on his own around Rayna. She was unlike any creature he had ever met before and he fully planned on whisking her away to his realm the moment she showed any sign of being of a like mind. He was not one for patience or this wooing Sachin spoke of. He much preferred to simply take what he wanted and he wanted Rayna.
    The trews, or jeans as Sachin had referred to them, dug at his erection painfully. Kabril believed they should be taken back to his realm and used to torture prisoners. Surely any man wearing them would tell all to simply be free from them. They were too restricting. Or perhaps human males were not as well endowed as his kind. He did not know nor did he care.
    He wanted to be home, in his realm, in his clothing—discarded of course—bedding Rayna until she cried his name out in ecstasy. And he wanted to sire sons upon her. Countless sons. They would be brave as he was and perhaps have her smile, for they were not permitted to have her kind heart. One day they must lead and leaders had to rule with their heads, not their hearts.
    He smiled as the thought of taking her, pleasing her every way