Page 8 of Golden Darkness

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Janessa looked at the doctor with lovely bronze hair and gold eyes. “What do you mean I have his output?”

The doctor came to her side. “It just means that you are adapting to him, Miss.”

“Based on your face, that isn’t all that is going on. What is the readout saying?”

“Uh...” The doctor looked from Janessa to the Hmrain.

He nodded.

The doctor said, “You now have Hmrain nanites in your system, remaking you into a mate. The level of nanites is extreme.”

Janessa was drawing a blank. “How the hell did I get tiny robots into my system?”

The Hmrain smiled. “You drank them.”

She looked at him. “In the beverages?”

“It was the beverages.”

She stared at him. “What did I drink?”

He shrugged. “Semen.”

Her mind went blank, and then she said what was going through her head. “You are fucking kidding me. It tasted like strawberries.”

“I do not know what that is, but that was what I produced and some water for hydration. The quantity was extreme, but I have not ejaculated in quite some time. Apologies.”

Janessa stared at him. “That was socially unacceptable, Hmrain.”

“My name is Kethen, pet.”

She paused. “Janessa, not pet.”

He cocked his head, “Yahn-eth-etha?”

She sighed, realizing that she had to say her name in English. There wasn’t a translation for her particular arrangement.

She covered her eyes. “Just call me pet.”

He carefully gripped her wrist and pulled her hand away from her eyes. “That bad?”

“You might be able to work on it if you want, but I checked the languages I learned, and there is no direct translation.”

He nodded and smiled slightly. “I will work on it.”

His gaze flicked to the scanners. “I am leaving you with the doctor and will be right back.”

Janessa watched the lights switch spectrums as the scanners moved over her.

The doctor stroked her hair and cheek. “You are very weak. It is only Overlord Kethen’s nanites that are keeping you alive right now.”

Janessa didn’t comment. She lay there as her body was photographed, imaged, scanned, and analyzed to a molecular level. The med bed was warm, and she was still drowsy. An IV went in, and she was out.

“Lord Kethen, she needs a massive infusion of fluid if you are going to keep drinking from her. Her body is on the edge. Survival is not assured even with your contribution.”

Kethen’s voice was soft. “She will survive. She looked me in the eyes and kissed me when I was growling with my teeth out.”

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