Chapter Twelve
Walkyr surreptitiously studied the woman driving the vehicle. There was something about her that continued to perplex him. It didn’t help that all he could think about was burying his hands in her hair and pulling her close. Those long curls were driving him crazy.
She make beautiful tiger, his cat purred.
We are not here for a mate. We are here to save our people, he reminded his cat.
We do both, his cat stubbornly argued
Walkyr shielded his thoughts. He wasn’t about to get into an argument with his cat. That usually didn’t end well, because one of them had to lose. His cat was known to pout for weeks and cause disruptions when he least expected it. His theory was that the Goddess had a wicked sense of humor because the Valdier had the same issues, only in duplicate ex
