Summary
I offer myself as bait . . . but am I really just a pawn?
Trix: The red aliens make me a deal I can't refuse-help them fight their enemies and they'll rescue my friends. I agree to act as bait to lure the blue Drixonian leader. But the heated, knowing look in his violet eyes makes me suspect I made a bargain with the wrong aliens . . .
Kutzal: This female isn't like the others. She's prickly, cold, and shot me with an arrow. I want her. But she thinks I'm the enemy, and unless I can find a way to communicate despite our language barrier, her friends will be the ones at risk. I never back down from a battle, so this is one I will win. And then I'll claim my mate.
Contains mature themes.
©2022 Ella Maven (P)2024 Tantor
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