Текст книги "The Alien's Handler"

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“What exactly are you trying to accomplish?” I ask. “How long do you think you are going to be out here on the run? Because Pakka knows you’re coming to find me.”

“Pakka will be afraid to send any of the Kar’Kali out into the human world now that he knows our chips are compromised. You see, I have clarity now. Clarity that I did not have when I last spoke with you. I want to win your attentions, Ella. Grant me your time and I will do whatever it takes to convince you to be mine. They do not have your personal address, and the facility is closing. Once they close the comm line with Kar’Kal, they will be forced to wait until Monday to take action.”

Here he goes again with the seductive romance talk. His fellow Kar’Kali were very serious about how dangerous this new Kila would be, but I was not expecting him to be so damn persuasive. Well, or I’m just easy. Yeah, that’s probably it.

“Sounds like you’ve got it all figured out,” I sigh.

“Yes,” he says with relish. “Strategy has always been a strong skill of mine. When we arrived I thought the idea of a two-day Week’s End without work would be torturous, and now I am thankful this tradition is in place. Otherwise, I am sure they would take me from you within the hour.”

I have not seen him so animated until now, and I can’t help but smile. I’m supposed to respect the ways of these other alien species, but this so-called disaster of a tech malfunction has Kila looking so happy, so flushed with joy—

“Wait, lemme look at you.” I grab his forearms and haul him out of the shaded area. “You’re… you’re red-blooded aren’t you! It’s true, what they said?”

He grins, running his hands up my arms and bending over me, daring me to look even closer. His black eyes sparkle as they roam my face. “And what did they say, Ella?”

“That you think I’m your mate.” I tremble under his gaze, which seems to pierce right through me. He’s entirely changed– stone come to life right before my eyes.

His fingers brush up along my neck and then to my cheek.

“Think it? I know it. I am yours if you will only let me be. Then I will make you mine, and claim you like my body demands.”

His words fluster, arouse, and frighten me all at one. My chest feels like it’s filling with liquid warmth from the way he stares in my eyes when he speaks. I might be making an incredibly stupid decision, but I can’t bring myself to turn him away.

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Chapter 10

Kila

Ella has allowed me into her living quarters, under the condition that I will contact Pakka and let him know that I am safe here with her. It will only cause him further panic, but there is no real harm when he is stuck at the complex.

Yesterday, I felt just as much fear and frustration as he does now, but that is all behind me. In Ella’s presence, I feel things that I never have before. Only good and wonderful things.

She seems nervous as we step through her door, requesting that I do not “judge” her, but I am not sure what she means. The scent of her is thick here, a pleasant combination of freshly washed fabric and distinctly feminine musk. Her space is not well-organized at all, but I do not mind it. Various articles of clothing are draped over the couch, which she rushes to remove while I look around. Pictures hang on the wall of indistinguishable blobs of color (“Abstract art,” she says), and the couch that dominates the sitting area is an elegant shade of mauve.

“Are you hungry?” she asks once I am done gawking at her belongings and asking her questions about their purposes. It amuses me that many of them do not have a purpose at all, such as the tiny bronze table by the doorway that simply collects piles of paper.

“Yes,” I admit.

“I can cook us something,” she offers. “Any preferences?”

“I would not know,” I say. “I have enjoyed most things we have eaten so far here. They are packed with much more flavor than the typical rations at home.”

“Rations? Even on the home planet?” she says. She begins pulling ingredients from cabinets and the cold storage box. I sit at her bar so that I can watch her as she prepares to cook.

“Always rations,” I say. “Feeding the soldiers can make things difficult and strain the resources. The Alliance supplements us with their own rations sourced from distant systems.”

“And you have always been a soldier?”

I nod. She lays out a wooden board and pulls out a massive knife. “If you had that when I took you by surprise, surely I would be dead,” I muse.

She grins wickedly, brandishing the sharp silver blade. The way her face lights up causes my chest to tighten. “Ah, but I use my cutting powers for good,” she says and applies her blade speedily to a white bulb vegetable.

“I know we do not know much of one another, but I have learned quickly that you are only good,” I tell her. She becomes shy again, like she did when we were close together in the hallway. She averts her eyes and hides her smile, chopping away on her board.

“Will you tell me about your life?” I ask her since she has quieted down.

“There isn’t much to tell,” she says, turning away to arrange pots on her cook top. “Before the Occupation, all I did was work. I only went to college for a year because my mother was sick and we had bills to pay. I was working as a waitress and all of a sudden this alien invasion goes down. But to me, it was a godsend. My mother got treatment, and I found this job at the facility. This is my hometown here. I didn’t even have to move away from my family.”

“What is it like, having a family unit? We do not have this on our planet, although I see it in many other places.” There are some words she says that I do not understand, but it sounds like she is content with life.

When she glances back at me, I see she is sad but I am not sure why. She has one pot of water getting hot and one skillet with a mixture of sauces and chopped veggies.

“I can’t imagine life without it,” she says. “It’s a comfort to know you always have someone on your side, ready to support you if you’re struggling. Ever since I can remember they have been there for me, my mother and brother. When my mom was sick, it really made me appreciate the time we have together, because I was so close to losing her.”

“I understand. Such loss is difficult,” I agree.

“You lost someone?” she asks softly.

“Certainly. We are always at war. I lost my first command unit. I am the only one still living from that group.”

“I’m so sorry,” she says, setting down her chopping knife.

“Why do you apologize? Earth has nothing to do with the Sector 5 war, and therefore their deaths are entirely unrelated to you.”

“It’s just a way that humans let each other know that they empathize with someone who is mourning,” she explains. Her head is tilted to the side as she surveys my face, her pretty lips turned down.

“Ah.” I shrug. “We do not mourn on Kar’Kal.”

I’ve made her uncomfortable; I can tell immediately. Her fingers flex before she moves to grab her knife again. “Ella, I am sorry—”

“No, no, I’m fine,” she says, rubbing at the corner of her eye. “It’s just so different from Earth, that’s all. I am no one to judge. I just don’t understand it.”

I hop down from my seat and round the bar to stand beside her. I dare to rest my hand on the middle of her back, and she leans into it, sneaking a look up at me. “There is phrase we learn very early as Kar’Kali warriors. An emotion will not solve problems. To me, it was always this: Anger will not complete this mission. Anger will not solve this problem. Anger will not kill your enemies.”

Her eyes widen and water up as she listens.

“Anger will not make them live again,” I say quietly. I do not tell her the terrible things I did after they had gone from this world. I do not tell her because I am a coward, and if she knows this she will surely never want my attentions. Anger will not take back my failures.

“Do you want to know what a human would say?” she asks.

“I want to know what Ella would say,” I reply instead.

“It’s okay to be angry. It’s healthy to mourn. If you never let yourself be upset, you will never get through it,” she says, and presses her body against me. Her arms wind around me, and her head rests against my chest. I’m warm all over from this simple contact, and then she squeezes me with gentle pressure.

Her laughter vibrates against me. “Haven’t you ever been hugged before?”

“No,” I admit.

“You’re supposed to hug back,” she says. I encircle her small frame in my arms. She is so tiny, I am afraid squeezing her will be uncomfortable. Nevertheless, I pull her just slightly closer against me.

“Mm,” she hums. “We’ll work on that. Good start. A for effort.”

We stay like that for a moment, chest to chest, my head bent to rest on top of hers. The prospect of pulling away is unthinkable. From here, everything is clear, and I know the risk in coming to see her was merited, if only for this ‘hug’ alone.

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Chapter 11

Ella

I am enjoying my time with my repressed alien stalker far too much.

Thanks to a few minutes in the aliens’ microwave box earlier, I am certain that my biology is normal and that the magical Kar’Kali fuck-spirit isn’t making me hormonal. That said, I can’t deny my attraction to Kila. And ooooh boy, does he seem to be affected by the Kali’Ka.

Except, instead of him turning into a wild caveman ready to pin me down as the other scientists would have me believe, he’s turned into a sweet, earnest, and dare I say it—flirtatious guy. His smiles light up his face, changing everything. I’ve always thought him to be handsome, but the stone-like skin and his brooding expressions tended to make him more like a perfectly carved statue, cold and unreal. Now, he is warm and receptive, listening to my stories and telling his own.

I’ve had my fair share of boyfriends, and you might even say I’m easy. I prefer to call it experience. But no one has caught my attention quite like Kila has. It gives me very bad ideas, ideas about poisoning his innocent, robotic little mind with dirty human thoughts. Ideas like—God, I’d love to see his face when he’s inside a woman for the first time in his existence. I have serious whiplash from how fast he’s become utterly devoted to me. The problem is… I’m not sure accepting an invitation to be someone’s breeding mate is such a good idea. I mean, I’m no stranger to finding a man at my door with his mind on one thing and one thing only, but at least with exes and fuckboys I know what I’m signing up for when I let them inside.

After I teach him what a hug is, we go on talking together while I cook. The topic thankfully turns to lighter topics, like his first impressions of Earth and my story of starting work at the facility. He enthusiastically consumes two thirds of a pound of the pasta bolognese I made for him, and then proceeds to suggest that we “hug lying down.” The man thinks he invented cuddling.

So, now, because I’m a pushover, we are entwined on my couch, chatting about nothing and everything. I have never felt more comfortable than I do leaning into him. He cradles me and nestles his nose against my head, sending delicate tingles down my spine.

“Cuddling,” he repeats the word I gave him for what we are doing, his accent turning D’s into T’s. “I like this very much.”

“Kila…”

“Yes?” He leans his head back against the arm of the couch so that I can shift to face him.

“When I spoke with you just yesterday, you said it would be best if you continued to avoid me, and yet here you are. What changed?” I ask.

He tenses up. “The mating call became stronger,” is all he says.

“I know that. It’s just… What’s your plan? Did you come here trying to have sex with me? And if that’s what you’re trying to do, then what are you going to do when it’s over?”

“Over?” He shakes his head. “Unless my suppressor chip is repaired, there will be no over. A breeding mate is made for lifespans. I am aware of some species who have mating calls that only endure until there is offspring, but that is not the way of the Archaic Kar’Kali. Once it begins, it goes on until the mating pair has gone to ashes.”

“I’ll say it again then… What is your plan, Kila?”

He presses his face into my hair, hiding his expression from me. “For the first time in many passings, I do not have one. I only need to be around you, to see you safe and happy, and touch you. That is all my body is telling me to do.”

“And on Monday? If they tell you they can fix the chip, what will you say?” I ask him.

“These are difficult questions. Am I being tested?”

“Yes! Look, I’m trying to be the reasonable one right now. I’d love to throw caution to the wind and start showing you just how fun ‘mating’ can be… but I’m worried that you’ll regret it, hate me for it, get in serious trouble with Pakka and the others…” I turn his face so that I can see him. His lips are worried into a frown, and I know my instincts are correct. There’s guilt here, guilt and conflict.

“You are wise, Ella,” he sighs, hanging his head. “I was driven to find you by my wild lust and need, but I promise you that now we are together I feel it is enough just to be near you. It is helping, keeping the insanity at bay. There is no need to mate, no need to put us in a situation that may cause more problems.”

“Hey,” I whisper, picking up his chin. Those black eyes gaze at me with such intensity. “I didn’t mean to bring you down. It’s okay. We’ll just hang out.”

“I was too busy planning my escape to think ahead,” he admits. “A classic tactical blunder.”

In that moment, he looks so vulnerable. I want to take him into my arms and protect him in this apartment forever. I want to hide him away from everyone who ever told him he’s not allowed to feel what he needs to feel.

And then, because I’m a horrible person with no self-control, I lean forward and kiss him. It’s a soft and chaste peck that lasts for only a moment, but it feels wonderful. When I pull away, he appears shocked.

“What is this?” he asks, lifting a finger to touch his own lips.

I can’t help but laugh. “It’s a kiss, silly.”

His eyes light with acknowledgment. “Ah, yes. I have read about them in reference to a few cultures. I should have known. This kiss appears in all the most basic descriptions of human mating practices,” he states. “I can’t say I understand why it is a method for increasing sexual excitement bec—”

I cover his mouth with mine and press against him gently, letting him grow accustomed to the feeling. His arms snake around me, trapping me close. I tilt my head and break for a moment, to open my eyes and see his face. He swirls with both surprise and utter bliss. I can’t get enough of this fascinating man. His reactions thrill me. A simple kiss is new to him. My stomach flutters just watching him process it.

“I’m sorry,” I say. “I couldn’t help it. We should probably stop. Maybe we should just… watch a movie. Have you ever seen an Earth movie?”

His grip tightens. “Just one more kiss,” he says, a coy smile appearing. “Then we’ll do as you say.”

I guess it’s a universal truth—every male life form is ready to bargain for any favor he can get. I chuckle.

“Okay,” I agree. I kiss him, again starting slow and chaste. But soon, I’m ready for more, opening my lips to slip my tongue into his mouth. He opens for me, with a groan of surprise. I sweep my tongue across his, tasting something bittersweet. I wasn’t expecting it, but it’s not unpleasant so I go on exploring his mouth, teasing him with my tongue.

My tongue begins to tingle with warmth, and the feeling spreads over me, skittering down the back of my neck, and all the way to my center. My lips slacken, and he takes control of our kiss. He dives between my lips hungrily, mimicking what I did to him, slicking more of that bittersweet flavor through my mouth. A sensation takes hold of me, like molten metal has replaced the blood in my veins. I am hot all over, and the feeling in every nerve seems to multiply. I feel it between my legs, and I moan into his lips. The sound eggs him on, and we kiss in a hurried daze. Suddenly, every slide of his tongue over mine feels like a shock of pleasure that electrifies every part of me.

I pull away, gasping for air. My thighs clench together. “Oh my God,” I say. “What just happened?”

“Did I do it wrong?” he asks with a brief flicker of concern. Then, his eyes widen. He snaps his hand to his mouth. “Ella—Oh, what have I done?”

“You didn’t do anything, I don’t think. I just feel so…” I trail off, my eyes drawn to his crotch. I need him. I need him now. It doesn’t matter what happens afterwards. He’s here, isn’t he? Why not enjoy myself?

“My tongue,” he says.

“Yes, it’s surprisingly talented for a first-time kisser,” I say, climbing into his lap. “It makes me wonder what else it can do.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I’m trying to tell you my tongue is secreting the aphrodisiac. I believe I’ve just given it to you,” he explains, attempting to extricate himself from me. He stands up and backs a few steps from the couch. “I didn’t know. Or I forgot. I didn’t realize… Please forgive me, Ella.”

I’m hot all over and I’m only vaguely aware that kissing him may have been a mistake. Oops. That realization is being pushed to the back of my mind, though. Because currently, at the front of my mind, is the flood of moisture between my legs, and the burning need to get my hands on Kila.

He watches me from feet away with apprehension, tensing up like I’m a rabid dog about to bite him.

“Forgive you?” I say, sitting up on my knees on the couch. “I’ll forgive you if you come back over here and keep kissing me.”

“This is all my fault,” he groans. “I shouldn’t have come here. Pakka was right. I’m unpredictable. I’m a danger to you. I should have known from the moment I woke up and—”

I am ripping my sweater off. It’s far too hot inside this damn apartment. I feel like I’m suffocating. “You should tell me what happened this morning,” I say, suddenly very certain I know exactly what happened. “I want to hear the rest of that story…”

“Ella, no!” he protests, but I see his eyes start to grow, the black circles widening at the sight of my exposed skin and cleavage. “Put your clothing back on. I don’t know what I’ll do.”

“I’d like to see what you’ll do,” I say, recklessly trying to tempt the beast.

“Maybe I should leave before it gets too bad,” he suggests, turning his head and using his hand as a blinder shield. “I have no idea how long the effects will last.”

He is looking away, so I decide it wouldn’t be too reckless to give in to the overwhelming need to touch myself. The arousal that’s building is not the delicate tingle of desire that I am accustomed to. It’s a full-on throb between my legs, demanding to be relieved. I press my fingers over the seam of my pants and roll my hips. I moan, letting my eyes flutter shut. Even the lightest pressure feels amazing.

“Oh, no, no,” I say. When I look up again, he’s staring, transfixed. “If you leave me like this, I swear I’ll find someone else to help me.”

The eyes become blacker still, widening so that the whites are merely slivers at the edge of his irises. What was I thinking just a second ago? About not being reckless?

“You don’t like that idea, do you?” I taunt him, rubbing myself over my pants again.

A growl stirs from his chest. He backs all the way to the wall, where he bumps into the doorframe that leads to my bedroom.

“If you keep saying these things,” he rasps, “I think I will lose all control.”

“I think I’d like to see you lose control,” I purr. His body goes rigid as I begin to unbutton my black jeans and slide them down my hips. I stand up from the couch to finish the job, dropping them to the floor. I step forward in only my bra and panties. “Well, what will it be? Are you leaving?”

I pick up my phone from the coffee table between us. “Should I call another man? Or are you going to finish what you started with your tongue?”

That is all it takes to drive the last of the white from his eyes. He growls again, gritting his teeth. “No,” he snaps, marching forward. “Other men do not exist anymore.”

He confiscates my phone and chucks it. Then, he picks me up. I squeal with surprise as he hauls me onto his shoulder. “Where is your bed?” he barks.

“Mm,” I sigh, pointing at the door. “Your eyes are all black. Is this your beast mode? Are you going to take me now and claim me like you promised?”

He hauls open the door and tosses me onto the bed. I’m jittery with excitement. He needs to touch me, now. As soon as I’m lying on my back, I slide my hands into my panties and feel the wetness between my folds. God, I am so ready for him. Those white-less black eyes do not leave me as he takes a seat on the side of the bed. He leans over me and rests his forehead against mine. I roll my hips up, begging for his touch, just waiting for him to dip his fingers inside or caress me—anything at all.

“You will thank me,” he whispers. “And when I make you mine it will be not be a mistake.”

“Yes,” I hiss, circling my clit with my fingers. “Please touch me, Kila.”

“Close your eyes,” he commands, voice dark and firm like I’ve never heard it before.

I do what he asks, but I don’t stop touching myself, bucking my hips. Desperate—I feel desperate for him. I sense him moving, and I hope for an elated moment that he’s going to put his mouth between my legs. But… does he even know to do that, I wonder? I wait, anticipating him, but not knowing when or where he’ll touch me.

Then I hear a soft click, and the sound of the door hinges.

I shoot up, eyes wide. He left me in here.

“Kila!” I shout, hopping off the bed and running for the door. “What are you—”

“I am sorry, Ella,” he says from the other side of the door. I jiggle the handle, but he must be leaned up against the door, using his weight to keep me inside.

“How could you?” I whine.

“It would be wrong to touch you like this. You are not yourself. You are not thinking,” he says.

“I really thought I wasn’t alone in that,” I grumble, giving up on the knob. I slide to the floor and sit there, back leaned up against the door. “I thought you were going to go into that savage mode I was told about. I was pretty interested to see where that goes…”

“I have disappointed you then,” he says. “Perhaps you will be happy with me tomorrow. Should we not celebrate it? The fact that I am still in control of my mind in this state? Although, I will admit it is not a pleasant feeling to reject you when you are so eager.”

Maybe I shouldn’t give up just yet, I think to myself.

“I bet it’s unpleasant,” I say innocently. “I bet your cock is so hard right now…”

“Ella,” he warns. I can hear him shifting. “Will you lay down and try to sleep?

“How can you expect me to sleep? My pussy is on fire.” I am trying to be seductive, but by now I’m feeling mostly irritated.

“Touch yourself, and you will feel better,” he recommends, as though he was the first to discover masturbation. Now, that piques my interest.

“Oh,” I say, humoring him as if I’ve never touched myself before. I wiggle out of my underwear and settle myself comfortably against the door. “You’ve done this before?”

“It will help,” he assures me.

“Tell me about when you did it.” I run my hands over my inner thighs. The effects of the aphrodisiac make this simple caress feel amazingly erotic. I close my eyes and focus on his voice.

“It is shameful,” he says.

“Tell me,” I say. “Yesterday you said it was shameful to even look at me. We’re making progress.”

“I… I… dreamed of you,” he begins. I wish I could see his face right now. “And when I woke up my cock was so hard, and it was huge. I had never seen it like that. I didn’t know what to do so I rubbed myself until I ejaculated.”

“Poor baby,” I sigh, slowly playing with my own slit, taking it slow, just gathering the juice from my opening and sliding it all over my pussy. “Huge, huh? I’m just curious… What happened in this dream?”

“It’s not important,” he replies.

“I need details,” I tell him.

“Are you doing what I suggested?” he asks.

I groan. Scientist types can be surprisingly thick-headed sometimes. “Of course,” I say. “If you’d just walk me though it. You know, I’ve absolutely never done this before, and I need you to tell me every detail—"

“You are lying! I can hear it in your voice. Are you mocking me, little viki?” he says. I’m not sure I want to ask what that word means.

“Only a little, Kila. See, I’m actually quite familiar with the idea of touching myself.” I laugh a little as I tell him. “You could call me an expert.”

He coughs on the other side of the door. “I see…”

“You want to help me feel better, don’t you baby?” I say, leaning forward to be rid of my bra as well.

“You don’t know how badly I wish I could help you, viki,” he rasps.

“Then do what I say,” I demand. “Tell me about your dream and tell me all about touching yourself… and I want you to take your cock out and touch yourself along with me while you do it.”

He hesitates, and it is quiet on his side. I slide my hands back between my legs and flicker my fingers over my pulsing clit. Just as I am about to lose hope, he starts to speak.

“I dreamed that you were naked, underneath me. I dreamed you were like the female in the mating video we saw, and that I was fucking you.”

I circle my clit as he speaks, letting out a hum of interest. “Mmhm,” I sigh, encouraging him to go on.

“I woke today with a hard cock because of what we did in that dream,” he continues. I work my clit faster, head lolling back against the door. “So I took myself in my hand, thinking of you when I did it. I imagined you screaming my name. And that is when I knew I was truly a Deviant, and that I must have you.”

“God, Kila, that is so hot,” I moan. This man, this warrior, this massive silvery-skinned beast of an alien sounds so innocent I can hardly believe it. I hear a soft groan from him, and the tell-tale sound of skin quickly sliding over skin. “Are you touching yourself now?”

He curses in his language, but it doesn’t translate. I quicken the movements of my fingers and the pleasure blossoms, bringing me up higher, closer to climax. I start to pant a little.

“Yes,” he finally replies, his voice strained. “Great Ka, Ella, I can hear how wet you are…”

I dip my fingers inside myself and wantonly thrust—It isn’t quite what I need to get off, but it makes a gushing noise that I know he can hear. I grin at the sound of his reaction, a choked moan, then return to rubbing my clit just the way I like. I feel so close, the heat of this aphrodisiac making every motion a burst of bliss. I don’t stop myself from letting out every heavy breath and moan, wanting him to hear everything, every little sound I make.

“I’m so close,” I tell him as my pleasure climbs and climbs. My eyes are screwed shut and I picture him pinning me down and fucking me, just as he did in his dream. I bear down on my clit, rubbing so vigorously I’m practically vibrating, until finally, finally, my orgasm hits like a great wave crashing down on me. I cry out as it washes over me, so intense throughout my over-sensitized nerves. This orgasm runs through me for far longer than normal, and I tense up, scratching my nails over the hardwood.

Again, I hear Kila’s cursing, followed by a grunt, and I can only assume he’s coming as well. I slump down, sucking in breath. I’ve slid so far down in the process of masturbating that I’m practically lying flat. The scariest thing is that I’m still horny as hell. At the very least, I feel somewhat sated and perhaps sane again. The part of me that would have gladly taken an axe to this door to get to Kila’s dick is gone.

“Ella,” he says quietly.

“Mmm?” I manage to vocalize, though I don’t have the strength to form words yet.

“If I let go of this door to clean myself up, can I trust you will not sneak attack me like the viki you are?” His voice has a tone of amusement to it. I’m glad he’s pleased with himself, because to be honest, my pussy’s still throbbing.

“Mmhm,” I sigh. I can hardly motivate myself to move let alone plan a sneak attack on a six-foot-five alien. I lay there for a while, resting my eyes and absently caressing myself between my legs. Somehow, in the post-orgasm fog, I fall into deep sleep. That aphrodisiac is no joke, and the force of the it has sapped all the energy from my body, leaving me exhausted enough to curl up naked on my floor.

Sometime later in the night, I become distantly aware that Kila has nudged open the door and found me.

“What is this?” he whispers with a chuckle. I’m wrapped up in his arms and taken to the bed, where he gently arranges me under the covers.  I register the darkened outline of his face before I fall back asleep. I feel utterly safe with his warmth beside me. There is something that feels so right about his deep voice speaking to me in the darkness. The last I hear before falling into a deep slumber are the soft words, “Sleep well, my beautiful mate.”

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