CHAPTER FOUR
DENYA.
The shock of recognition tore through him and Ty took half a step forward before he realized what he was doing. Before he realized that he must still be blind. A human denya? Impossible.
She stood before him, her brown hands on her hips, her pose defiant. Curly hair shot out from on top of her head, giving her a halo in dark and light browns, the light from the console behind her making her glow. Her eyes were luscious and dark, with those strange white spaces that humans possessed.
And he wanted to kiss along the edge of her chin and down her throat, to where the pulse beat with living fervor in her neck. His c**k stirred, reminding him that he was alive and whole.
Well, more or less whole. There was no way that his eyes had completely healed. Because right now, t
