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“Not exactly.” Tylan stroked her cheek, and she leaned into it. “Would you like to see what makes us different?”

“Yes please. I’m kind of nervous about it, though.”

“We don’t have to rush,” I put in. “It’s nothing frightening.”

“No.” She struggled to sit up straight on the soft couch. “Share. Show-and-tell.”

“Is that an idiom?” I asked. “It sounds like I might have heard it before.”

“Yes. It’s actually a thing in kindergarten where children bring something from home and show it to their class and describe it.”

“I see. In that case, you remain seated and my bond mate and I will show and tell, answer any questions what you are about to see may reveal.” Standing, I steadied myself before pulling my shirt over my head. Tylan did the same, and we both shifted our jeans down on our hips, released the belt there, and turned in a circle, revealing all that made us different in appearance from the average human.

After a long moment I stopped, dizzy, and allowed Tylan to help me stay upright. “You all right, Farsel?” he asked.

“Fine.” I was anything but fine, but he knew that. His question was more about whether I was still with him than anything. “Okay, Amaris—you don’t have anything to say at all?” Her silence worried me.

“I-I don’t know what to say.” She stood up and came close to walk around us, her gaze focusing about where I’d have expected it to. “You have tails.”

“Yes,” Tylan agreed.

“Can I touch them?”

“Of course.” I stepped a bit away from my friend, not wanting our female to think I couldn’t stand upright even though she was well aware of my illness. I still hated that it might make me appear weak.

When her hand closed around my tail, I shuddered, unable to stop it, but once she’d finished looking over those obvious parts, her fingertips crept to the tattoo on my right shoulder. The minute she touched it, it glowed. And as she examined all of the tatts on my upper body and Tylan’s, they all lit up. Because that was how they worked. “What makes them light up?” she murmured.

“You do. Happiness, excitement, sometimes even anger. The colors will change with the emotion,” I explained.

“And they don’t all show all the time either,” Tylan added. “It’s complicated.”

“Either you have the best tattoo artists in the world, or you’re telling me the truth. You really are aliens.”

Well, one bridge crossed. I’d thought she’d already gotten to that point, but since she hadn’t, I was very glad she had now.

Chapter Nineteen

Amaris

“Good night,” I said as they walked down the outside stairway.

I lingered in the opening of the door until Farsel stopped and looked over his shoulder at me. “Female, go inside and lock the door, please. I won’t be able to rest if I don’t see it.”

“Oh, okay.”

I shut the door, slowly, fighting with myself over asking them not to go—to stay with me. Farsel’s face dropped when Tylan mentioned they needed to let me get some sleep. He was being affected by leaving me the most. When he was with me, his coloring got better, but it didn’t take an alien to see that his shine wasn’t as bright as Tylan’s and his tattoos weaved slowly. He was dying over me.

Not heavy at all.

I leaned against the shut door to my apartment and let out a sigh, wrapping my arms around myself. If only for a moment, I wanted to contain the heat still sizzling in my body. This was more than lust. More than the igniting of my cells.

I was in love with them. Both of them. The way our bodies melded together and moved as though we’d known each other for years was a bonus, a big bonus, but there was so much more than that.

We were connected, and every time I spent time with them, our roots tangled up more and more.

Only a few minutes later, there was an ache in my chest. Good thing I would see them the next day and I had the day off.

I eyed my keys hanging on the hook by the door and for a split second wondered what would happen if I took off and showed up at their front door.

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