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“Twice now?” Jason asks.
Skarr approaches, much to my dismay, but Sabrina immediately pounces on him. “Let me see your eyes.”
“Oh, come on,” Jason says. “Even from here I can see his glowing. His khui is fine. It’s just Kyth’s that’s a problem. Mine is good. Vivian’s is good. Yours is good. It’s just Kyth’s.”
“Vivi’s khui is more than good,” Skarr immediately states. “It is clearly the best.”
My face flushes with mortification at his words and I stab at the fire, wishing the ground would suck me up. A convenient sinkhole would be nice right about now. Even worse? My khui started purring at the sight of him, but at his words it’s getting even louder, as if it approves.
“A khui is a khui,” Sabrina says, furrowing her brows at Skarr. “There’s no better or worse, I don’t think.”
“There is better,” Skarr says confidently. He moves to stand next to me and I immediately circle the fire, moving away from him. He doesn’t seem to notice, too intent on correcting Sabrina. “Her khui knew to choose me out of all males. That makes it the best. It is enhancing her already powerful and clever nature, and she is beautiful and wise. That makes her khui the best.”
God. Is he fucking with me? I don’t dare make eye contact with him in case my khui’s song really goes crazy, but the stuff he’s spouting is strange and illogical and embarrassing. I wish he’d go away.
Even as I wish that, my body pulses with heat right between my thighs. Stupid khui.
Others gather around the fire, and I’m relieved to see Flor and I’rec join us. People snicker and share smug little smiles at the sight of the loving couple, but I don’t care about their escapades last night—I’m just happy they’re drawing the heat off of me.
“How is everyone this morning?” Flor asks.
“Kyth’s khui died again,” Sabrina says immediately.
“I had a rough night of sleep,” Valmir adds in a sly voice. I didn’t even hear him come up. He stands across from me by the fire, his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his strange face. “Someone kept screaming.”
A few of the women give tired chuckles.
“Yes, well, someone was having an excellent time.” Flor isn’t ruffled by the teasing. “Kyth, let me take a look at your vitals. Everyone else feeling okay?” When no one else volunteers any aches or pains—or khui death—she nods at her mate.
“We will be breaking down the tents and heading out for the village,” I’rec tells us. “You will like the beach. It is protected from the worst of the winds and snows and there is plenty of fishing. Food is shared between all and there are many friendly faces.”
“Sharing,” Skarr mutters. “Bah.”
“Is there a problem with sharing?” Flor asks even as she holds her fingers on Kyth’s big wrist, taking his pulse.
He shrugs, his jade-green skin stark against the white furs bundled against his skin. “I would rather compete.”
“I would compete, too,” Chalath adds. He rubs his hands, and I can see wicked claws tipping his fingers. “I am ready.”
“There are no competitions,” I’rec tells them in a hard voice.
“You lie,” Skarr replies, all confidence. “You told me yourself that hunting is a competition. That we compete to get the most meat to feed the females. And then of course, there is the breeding competition.”
Breeding competition? Oh my fucking god. My head jerks up in horror. “What—?”
“Breeding competition?” another woman screeches. “No fucking way! You guys are having a competition to get us pregnant?”
Flor shakes her head. “What? No! No one’s doing that—”
“I am doing that,” Skarr replies. “My mate has been chosen by my khui. All that is left is to best her in a fierce battle and give her my son.”
I can feel people staring at me. I can also feel my mouth drawing into an expression of pure, abject horror. “That is not happening,” I say in a small voice, and when it doesn’t properly convey my anger, I say it again, louder. “That is not happening!”
“I’rec, handle this,” Flor says. “I need to check Kyth out and I can’t right now.”
I’rec grabs Skarr by the collar and drags him away from camp, no doubt for a nice “talk.” That is one way of handling it, though I suppose it’s too much to ask that he comes back wearing Skarr as a pair of boots. I breathe a sigh of relief as they leave, but everyone else is still watching me, waiting to see what I’ll do.
I do what I always do. I duck my head and escape. I head for the tent, where I decide I’ll hide out until it’s time to break it down.
The day doesn’t go as pla
“Shouldn’t you angle those?” Natalie asks me.
I shake my head. “Straight is better.”
“I’m pretty sure they’re supposed to be angled,” she replies. But she doesn’t pick up a rock to hammer them in, so she’s clearly not confident in her answer.
“What if we’re replicants, you guys?” Gabriella is saying nearby. She’s scraping furs, learning how under Flor’s tutelage. “Like in Blade Ru
“Will you quit scaring us?” Isadora says. “We have enough to worry about.”
“I’m just saying!” She puts her hands in the air.
My insides clench with fear. What if she’s right? What if we’re discards? What if we’re flawed in some way? Is that why they ditched us? Because we’re a shitty batch of clones and we got thrown into the galactic trash?
But the conversation draws both Natalie and Isadora away. I finish hammering the stakes in and make sure the tent is taut and won’t fall over. Yasmin is there scraping furs, too, and I wonder if I should learn how to do that. Nothing in my memories has surfaced about hides or furs, so whatever past I might have had with camping, it didn’t involve ski
“How does the whole ‘replicant’ thing work anyhow?” Yasmin asks.
“The movie was kinda vague. Just that they were people created to do human jobs and they only lived four years and didn’t have proper emotions.” Gabriella shrugs. “But some of the replicants had emotions anyhow. Maybe that’s why we’re on this planet. Someone created us all fresh and new and realized we had emotions and just like, tossed us down here like scraps.”
I pause, ru
“Wait, they made us? Fresh and new?” Yasmin looks as if she’s just now figuring out the implications of this. “Are you saying I might be a virgin?”
I look down at my hand, where the tattoo should have been, and my skin is pristine.
“I would be happy to help you with that,” Skarr says, walking up.
My jaw drops and I look up to see the lizard-alien staring down Yasmin with a challenging look.
What the fuck? This guy gets worse by the day.
“Okay now,” Flor says. “Women are allowed to discuss sex without men propositioning them, all right?”
“I am not propositioning,” Skarr says. “I am simply letting her know I would be glad to assist with any learning needs.”
“Uh, that’s exactly what a proposition is, my dude,” Colleen retorts. “I’m not sure what planet you’re from.”
“I am not certain either,” Skarr replies, distracted. He turns and gestures in the distance. “And someone is coming.”
I’ve heard enough. I can’t believe that the guy I resonated to—not that I want him!—is already propositioning other women. What an absolute creep. I shake my head to clear it and retreat away from the campfire. I need fresh air.