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Too late for that.

Farsel was resting and all because of the mating sickness, or the not-mating sickness.

I debated with myself about going over there, again, but decided I would wait. I didn’t know why I was hesitating. There was no fear of rejection from those two. They had made up their minds about me before I even met them.

Our courting had been a dream. A week-long string of heavenly dates that any woman would pray for.

And here I was, procrastinating on giving them news that would change all of our lives forever.

A few more hours. That was all we had to wait.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Amaris

I probably sounded crazy, insisting I come over, but what I had to say couldn’t wait.

Farsel needed me and my confession. If he didn’t feel well enough to go on the date, then his mating sickness was getting worse.

I couldn’t let anything happen to him.

Instead of the dress and sandals I’d picked out, I went over in my jeans and a casual rayon button-down shirt and flip-flops. I doubted my aliens needed a dress for me to tell them I wanted to be with them.

In fact, I was hoping not to need a whole lot of clothes at all tonight.

“Hi,” Tylan said as he answered the door before I could knock.

“Hi. I’m sorry for insisting on coming over but I wanted to see the both of you.” I craned my neck to look around him. “Where’s Farsel?”

“He’s taking a shower, I assume.” Tylan scratched the back of his head. “He’s worse today. Worse than I’ve ever seen him. He thought the shower might perk him up. He’s worried about you seeing him this way.”

“I’m worried already.”

“Oh, sorry.” Tylan laughed. “Please, come in.”

We shared a quick hug, but I soon heard footsteps. My confession needed to come sooner than later and because I didn’t want anything to happen to Farsel, our mating would also happen tonight. There was no way they would turn me down, and even if there wasn’t a situation with mating sickness, I was more than ready for them to take me.

Way more than ready.

“Farsel?” I asked, almost not recognizing my handsome mate. His brightness was all but faded.

“Amaris, it’s so good to see you, mate.” This time there was no chaste hug or kiss on the cheek. He embraced me and pressed his nose into my hair, inhaling deeply. He held on for a while and I sank into his hold. This was where I wanted to be. Always. Safe and secure in their arms.

“Are you hungry?” Tylan asked. “We thought we would order something.”

Because Farsel wasn’t feeling well. That was the part they left out. He cooked the most out of both of them.

“I am. Maybe we can talk while we wait for the food?” I asked. Farsel pulled back to study me, his eyebrows bunched.

“That would be fine, of course.”

Tylan got on his phone and ordered some food. I didn’t know what he ordered and really didn’t care because my priority wasn’t food. I had other hungers that were taking priority.

“Can we sit down and talk?” I asked.

Tylan and Farsel sat down, but my paler mate, the sick one, never let go of my hand once. Our connection somehow helped him, and what I was about to say would help him even more.

“What did you want to talk about, sweetheart?” Tylan had taken to calling me that as well.

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