“But—“
“No, Caroline. Hope is worse than acceptance. We are useful here. We serve. We sacrifice, and we live the best we can. We protect resources vital to the Fleet. We still have a job to do here. If we went home, we would be…nothing. Invisible.”
“You’re too damn big to be invisible.”
That made him chuckle. “I am average size for a Warlord.”
“You said Warlords get mates. So, they call you Warlord Rezzer,” I said, testing it out on my tongue.
He tipped his head slightly. “And you are Lady Caroline.”
“Lady?”
“All mated females are referred to as Lady. It as a term of the highest respect.”
“But I’m not mated.”
His green eyes narrowed, focused on me as if he had laser beams coming out of his eyeballs. “You are. The cuffs on your wrists mark you as mine. The seed slipping from your c
