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“That is Sarah’s decision,” I told her.

I was concerned she would refuse the union. If she did that, what good would she be to my sibling? But she was right—I had taken all her choices from her. She deserved to choose this part of her future.

Sarah took a deep breath and asked, “There’s no way I can go home, is there?”

I shook my head. “I’m sorry for this, but you are needed here more than you are needed there. You saw what your fiancé was doing. Your sisters are independent. No one needs you there. But I need you here.”

Her lip quivered, and I thought she might cry. But she said, “If this is the only way to keep me safe from the ghosts, I guess we unite.”

I could finally take a full breath. Smiling, I said, “Wave. Unite us.”

Wave asked incredulously, “Now?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Very well.” She sneered with disdain at Sarah. “You need to lock your arm with his.”

I moved my elbow out toward her to show her the gesture. “Like this.”

She laced her arm around mine, but our height difference made her wrap her arm around my wrist. “Like this?”

Wave answered, “Close enough.” Then, she pressed her cylindrical badge to record the event for the official record. “On the 12, 497thday of Muraska, I unite Deacon Amroll-Bellket Ladrang to Sarah Hollinger. May you produce many heirs.” She pressed her badge once more to end the transmission.

“Oh, god, heirs?” Sarah’s body tensed next to mine.

“Offspring, children, descendants,” Wave said, annoyed. “Does she not understand what heirs are?”

“I know what they are,” Sarah snapped. “I just…I didn’t think about that when I said yes.”

Wave looked to me for direction.

“You may return to your other duties,” I told her.

She nodded once and left us.

“Do not think about that now,” I said to Sarah. “There is one more thing we must do to protect you from the ghosts.”

She stepped away from me and asked with apprehension, “Is it sex?”

The union wasn’t official without the pomp. “Yes.”

CHAPTER 7

Sarah

Ididn’t want to make him angry again, but I had to say it. “Uh, Deacon, I’m not ready for that.”

He frowned. “Of course you’re not ready for it.” He turned his head toward the door and said, “Allegiant, lock my quarters’ doors.” A thump sounded, and he faced me again, smiling. “Now we’re ready.”

Unease rippled through me. “Um—”

Deacon ripped his clothes off, and the brown tatters fell like they were nothing. I swallowed hard as I studied his body. His muscles rippled beneath that shimmering tan skin. There appeared to be extra muscles in every direction—his thick forearms had stacked layers, a twenty-pack, instead of a six-pack. I did everything I could not to look lower. But he had the seductive V-taper that I loved and pointed in that direction. My eyes were compelled to look at his dick.

The first word that popped into my head was, “proportionate.” For an eight-foot tall male of any species, he seemed to be comparable to any human who might have reached that height. Regardless of how appropriate his length and girth was for his height, my mouth dropped open at the sight of his cock. I wasn’t sure how I could get my hands around it, much less any other part of me.

And he looks to be only half-hard right now.What will that thing be like when he’s completely hard? And those veins—thick and pulsing and rigid—what would they feel like?

I shot my eyes upward, too scared to think about that thing anymore.

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