Read C.L. Scholey - Zuri's Zargonnii Warrior (Unearthly World # 2) for Free Online

him had to appear large, another tactical maneuver. He pointed to his furry chest. “Kobe.”
    “Kobe?”
    Kobe said his name again. The way she said it made him sound dainty; his name was guttural, male, firm. She practiced the pronunciation a few times until she managed to get it right. Kobe had been informed humans were capable of learning the Zargonnii language, which was good, he’d never figure out hers. At one time, he had known his mother’s language, but as the years passed he had forgotten it.
    “How would you like to drink some real water? Not this bat piss.” She shuddered then grimaced as he waved at a nearby pond. “I can smell in the air you’re the last human around here. Your friends must be on the ship enjoying a clear, clean glass of water. I can find you a warm blanket and decent food. As I said before, if I meant you any harm, you would be dead already. Even a human must be smart enough to realize that.”
    She bristled, outraged at his slight, but then her face seemed to deflate; she looked lost and alone. Her tiny nose wiggled, her funny-looking blue eyes blinked. Kobe frowned; the woman in the image had blue eyes and was smiling. This female wasn’t happy. Perhaps the assumption of human eyes changing color to match their mood was wrong. Her small hand lifted to tuck a wisp of light hair back behind an ear. Kobe couldn’t picture a Zargonnii female doing any of those things or looking the way this little human female did.
    Titus’s warriors were right, human females were cute. On Kobe’s planet, the term cute would be the last word to describe their females. Majestic or regal most definitely, but cute? Never. Kobe turned and began walking away; there was no way he was going to leave her here, but he hoped she would follow him on her own. It was an odd first for him, even though the females came to the warriors’ continent, it was male instinct to follow after a female. She chose whether or not a male was worth the battle; she chose if she would Holiday with a warrior.
    Before long, he could hear small feet traipsing after him through the foliage. His red eyes burned bright, helping her to see a clear way; he didn’t want her to bang into anything again. He continued his crooning, another beacon in the dark night. As a warrior, he could sense her fear, and he could sense her strength of character as well. Being a mercenary, Kobe had come across many species, some smaller, some larger, each with its own unique defense ability. Kobe wondered about this human and her ability to defend herself.
    Each time he glanced back to marvel at Zuri’s strange structure, she stopped; her hands worked worriedly at the fabric of her bizarre clothing. Zargonnii females didn’t wear clothing, at least none that Kobe had ever seen. Their Holiday was the beginning of his species’ sexual confrontations. Male and female Zargonnii met in the jungle to fight for dominance. Both sexes were naked. Clothes would only be shredded. A female wanted to see a warrior’s strength, the size of his maleness was paramount. To Holiday was thrilling, dangerous and satisfying, even if Kobe had lost his confrontations he still felt he had won. Zargonnii females were a worthy opponent, some of his chosen standing over nine feet in height.
    The brilliant blue of the shining Zargonnii space vessel caught Zuri’s attention and he heard her gasp. When he looked back she was standing still, gaze heavenward, mouth agape. To Kobe, it looked like any normal vessel he had seen his entire life. His father was a commander until his death a year previous. Kobe had been expecting his father’s demise. At five hundred years old, his father had walked into the jungle and never returned. His father was past his prime, he would not shame himself or his son by dying a feeble death. He was on a mission to die in battle; the cyron he must have chosen would have been the biggest he could find. It was an honorable death. Kobe missed him. He had