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For once, the innate sense of misogyny that seems to run through these aliens will work in my favor. All I have to do is pretend to be that sweet, innocent, dumb woman he thinks I am, and I’ll get away with almost anything! My stomach clenches at that thought.

I detest being something I’m not. More than that, I hate lying. It’s a guilt that eats at me with every inch I crawl toward him. Granted, with the way the tail lies heavy in my ass and the machine whirls to life every so often, stretching me in the most deliciously agonizing way, I’m sure I can consider this penance.

Besides, there’s nothing saying I can’t throw in a few Hail Mary’s and Our Father’s while he delivers the pain I know will be coming. I crawl into his lap, allowing the heat of his body to envelop me. He feels so good wrapped around me, as if sheltering me from everything and everyone.

“How is Jessica?”

Master Antroli rests his chin against the top of my head. “She seems to be fine now. She just needs far more protein than the rest of you. Don’t you worry your pretty little head about her. Now then.” He shifts me in his arms. “Let’s see how the meeting went with your mother.”

This time, when he makes the pattern across the screen, I watch him, studying him behind slitted lids. Maybe if he thinks I’m drifting to sleep or not really paying attention, he’ll let his guard down. Once the main screen is up, I burrow into his arms while he watches the interaction.

Only one thing remains unclear. Will he also have a record of everything else I did? I hold my breath, watching as the transmission ends. I stare at the screen, waiting to see if my antics show back up, but nothing ever does. It seems as if I’m safe for now.

“Now then,” he grumbles, his voice vibrating against me. “Exactly who are the McMurry twins and what are they to you?”

Chapter 18

Antroli

A flash of jealousy races through me so hot I can barely contain it. My arms tighten around my cow for a moment, but I let go as I feel her squirm against me. As much as I want to rip these humans limb from limb, it won’t do any good.

She’s here now. She’s mine for at least a year. It doesn’t matter who she fucked or has been with before me. The only thing we take into account before removing them from Earth is if they have a spouse. Fiona isn’t married to them. This isn’t just evidenced by the fact that she’s here with me, but also because her mother seems insistent that Fiona give either of them a chance.

Snuggling back into my arms, my beautiful Highland chuckles it off, but there’s something tight in the sound. It isn’t as carefree as it had been earlier. “They’re nobodies. Farmers, ironically, that live near my parents. The only reason Mum wants me to settle down with one of them is because she thinks it will keep me close to her. She still doesn’t understand the need to roam about thick and hot in my blood.”

“And that’s it? There’s nothing else between you and them?”

“Why, Master Rancher,” she laughs. “Are you jealous?”

“Extremely.” It feels odd admitting it out loud, but it’s the truth.

“You don’t need to worry about them. I’ve never fancied them in any sort of capacity. Certainly not like I fancy you.” Fiona leans up and tries to kiss me, but I pull her away.

“Then explain your tone. There’s something not right here, and I would like to know the truth.”

“The truth?” she hedges. “I- You wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me.”

With a sigh, she hangs her head. “I’m still worried I messed up your computer thingy. Usually, on Earth, when a screen goes black, it’s not a good thing. At least, it hasn’t been when it happened on my laptops.”

I give my poor pet an indulgent smile. “And how often would that happen?”

Again, she hedges, no doubt not wanting to admit how inept she is with technology. Not that she will ever know this, but I find her lack of skill endearing in a way. Yet one more facet she’ll need to depend on me with.

“Let’s just say no computer is safe around me.”

Laughing, I swipe my fingers across the screen in the familiar pattern until my portion of the drive pops up. “There. You see? Good as new.”

“Ahhh. I think I see. So it’s password protected. That makes sense.”

My brows furrow a bit as I puzzle through her words. “No. There is no password given. This is just how these machines operate.”

She pushes back against me, her eyes wide. “Then how do you keep your data safe? How do you keep sensitive information away from prying eyes?”

“Don’t look so horrified, little heifer. Here on Icora, that need is simply not there. We respect each other and their boundaries. No one would ever dare touch another’s machine. It’s just not something we do. Now then, I must prepare you for dinner. No doubt your breasts are heavy with milk.”

“Yes,” she murmurs, as if deep in thought. “Very.”

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