Page 46 of Fated to the Dragon Warlord

“Oh, here she is,” Maggie says.

“Kerra!” Rosalie dodges the ridiculous projectile and dashes over to me. “I’d say we were worried but Darax told us what you were doing.”

“He did?”

“Actually, we heard.”

I don’t think I’ve ever been as embarrassed in my entire life as I have been since meeting Darax. I have to be beetroot from head to foot. But it isn’t my main concern. Not by a long shot.

“Oh shit.”

“If it’s any consolation”—Maggie stretches her arms over her head—“we were all jealous. Me in particular. I haven’t had any for the last five years. And what I did have never made me yell like that.”

“Shit.” I drop into the depression onto the remaining cushion.

“What’s wrong?” Rosalie slides in beside me.

“Darax is in rut for me, and if it doesn’t work out between us, apparently, he’ll lose his mind and could die.”

KERRA

Icome all the way to outer space and I’m still getting shitposting texts…

Rosalie’s message appears on the small glass-like rectangles Dalat, Darax’s science officer (and general dogsbody as far as I can tell), gave us all.

Or rather, like every other Sarkarnii we’ve come across, he scuttled into the female quarters, eyed me with terror, placed the items on a table, barked out what they were, and left even quicker than he arrived.

At least it means we can keep in contact wherever we are. As we have been told we have the run of the ship, my friends are making the most of having freedom, which, for us, is something entirely new.

Currently Rosalie has been sending a running commentary on watching a group of Sarkarnii, as she puts it,working out.

The Sarkarnii are very easy on the eye, I admit. It is very much an endless parade of half-naked males with scaly abs for days and butts, encased in leather pants or not (more often not), which you could bounce a penny off.

It certainly makes for a lively chat group.

I just can’t with these warriors…

You could just not look

Not looking is not an option, as you well know, Scarlett

I like being clean. What else can I say? ;P

Hey, Scarlett, the Sarkarnii called, they’d like their aquium back

I can’t help snorting laughter at the response I get. At the very least, it takes my mind off mysituationwith Darax.

His rut. The physical change he’s going through which can, apparently, send him mad.

You spoken to your big Sarkarnii yet?

Rosalie has opened a private channel with me.

Not yet, but even if I do, what do I say? Sorry I sent you round the bend?

Darax usually finds me wherever I am with an unerring accuracy. Unless I’m with all of the others, I generally don’t wander around the ship on my own. I’ve already had a chance encounter with another Sarkarnii and I thought Darax was going to rip him to shreds for simply breathing near me.

And yet, he’s supposed togomad, not alreadybemad.

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