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see a few cats running from the factory out across the landscape. A few seconds later, I hear another, louder explosion. Clouds of red billow out from the building, debris raining on the planet’s surface around it.
    “We got most of them.” The voice is filled with satisfaction.
    I look up to see Durstin, the head of the Tuorian army. My hands are covered with blood so I nod in greeting. “Cousin.”
    “It looks like you two patched up well.” He claps a hand on my shoulder and looks down at Ande in my lap. “Your mate is a fighter. I doubt even this will slow her long.”
    His words make me feel better.
    I look down at the love of my life.
    “I hope you’re right.”
     

7
Ande’ie
     
    I open my eyes to find glass above me. Déjà vu , I think. But this time I know what the glass is. A healing bunk.
    My hands fly to my stomach, but I feel no pain upon probing it.
    I knock on the glass, and it opens. I find Juordin above me, smiling. He leans over to brush my lips with his, his long brown-and-gold hair falling around us and tickling my face.
    “You arrived just in time,” I tell him.
    “Didn’t I just?” He smiles. “How are you feeling?”
    I sit up, not even wincing. This bed is miraculous. “Good as new.”
    “Well, we’ve finished off most of the cats, and taken over the planet.” He sounds almost as if he can’t believe his own words.
    It takes me a second to breathe, to process his words. This is just incredible.
    My gaze runs over him, then stops on his tattoo. It’s perfectly green. “And the cure really worked?”
    He looks at his tattoo, then shakes his head. “I can’t believe after how hard we worked to find a cure, all it took was one beautiful woman, a crazy old man, and a flower to save us all.”
    Pride and joy fill my heart.
    “It must feel amazing, knowing your people have a future.” And my people, I think, tears prickling the corners of my eyes. “We no longer have to worry.”
    “Yep.” A mischievousness flashes in his purple eyes. “I guess now we don’t have a reason to raise my endorphins.”
    Smiling, I stare at the man I love. He can sense your emotions. He wants to distract you.
    I’m so lucky to have found him.
    “Do we really need that excuse?” I ask, flashing him what I hope is a sexy smile.
    “I guess not.” He waggles his eyebrows at me suggestively. “There’s still the mating hormone.” He rests one large hand on my stomach.
    I finally let myself focus on the burning, that simmering feeling I’ve been forcing myself to ignore since he was injured.
    He watches as I cross my legs. “So you are still feeling it.”
    I start. “Of course I am. Was it supposed to go away?”
    “Nope.” He steps forward and wraps my legs around his waist, lifting me from the healing bunk. “In fact, it’s supposed to get stronger.”
    I shift against him, feeling him harden. “I like the sound of that.” I pull him closer and put my lips against his neck. “Stronger. Harder. Deeper. Some of my new favorite words.”
    He shivers. “And longer,” he says, caressing the hair back from my face. “A lot longer.”
    I can’t speak, which is fine because he brushes his lips against mine. He’s not going to die, I think, exploring his mouth, breathing him in. We have a lifetime ahead of us now.
    He doesn’t bother setting me down, but walks to the door of the healing room. I press the button for him. I like his hands right where they are, his long fingers wrapped lovingly around each half of my butt, rubbing me against him as he walks.
    He heads down the hall and to the right. We pass a few other warriors, who snicker and get out of the way. Juordin barely spares them a glance, winking at me.
    He walks into his room and turns left, into the room with the shower. “Let’s get the rest of that cat blood off you, love.”
    The space is small, and his shoulders span the width from the shower to the door.
    He sets me gently on my feet just inside, in front of him. My