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a clump of his beard. “You’re so handsome; when I can’t see your face, I can’t tell if you’re happy or not.”
    “I’ll think about it.”
    “Good. I’d hate for Becca to think this is how you look all the time.” She gave him another hug and turned to go. She stopped at the door and glanced over her shoulder. “I don’t know what happened, but I’m glad you’re feeling better.”

 
     
    ELEVEN
     
    Vikter picked up the tea he’d been given and waited for Gerri to show. He sat in the sunroom of the castle of the lion king, Alyx. Massive windows brought the outdoors inside. The view of the garden was better from this location than any other in the castle.
    He had to talk to Gerri. She’d promised to find him a mate on her return to Aurora from her last trip to get Becca. He’d given up on that and didn’t want her to waste any more of her time searching.
    “Vikter,” Gerri said, walking into the room. “So good to see you.”
    Vikter stood and waited for the physical contact. Gerri had already told him she was a hugger. As predicted, she embraced him and patted his shoulder.
    “It’s good to see you too, Gerri,” he said, sitting back and watching her fill a cup with tea.
    “I know I promised to help you sooner,” she said, adding sugar to the tea. “Who knew I’d be going back and forth to earth so many times?”
    He cleared his throat, not wanting to sound accusatory since it wasn’t her fault he hadn’t found a mate within the time he needed. “I came to ask you to disregard my request.”
    She frowned. “What do you mean? Forget about it?”
    “My days are numbered,” he sighed. “Your time is better spent finding someone else a mate.”
    She slammed her teacup on the table. “Are you seriously giving up on life, Vikter?”
    He blinked, shocked at the change in the older woman. She’d gone from pleasant and sweet to angry and demanding. Her voice rose to a growl.
    “Not necessarily giving up,” he said, unable to stop the bitterness in his voice. “Not like I have a choice.”
    Gerri stood, shook her head, and walked to a window before turning to face him. “Look at you.”
    Vikter winced. He knew it had been a mistake coming to see her without cutting his hair or shaving. “I’ve looked at myself.”
    “You hard-headed little fire-breather.” She glared at him. “You think any woman will want a man who takes such little care in his grooming?” She shook her head. “I’m not saying a beard or long hair is bad, but this,” she said waving her hand up and down in front of him, “is a mess.”
    He jumped to his feet, not liking the way she spoke. “I’m not looking to impress anyone.”
    “Clearly,” she snapped. “Forget about a mate for a second, Vikter. Have you stopped feeling? Have you stopped desiring women? Lusting?”
    Becca’s hips swaying in his office came to mind. Not fucking now. He so didn’t need that while standing in front of Gerri getting torn a new asshole.
    “My needs aren’t important,” he ground out. The fact that she made him question how Becca viewed him didn’t sit well. “I came to tell you to stop the search for a mate.”
    She lifted a brow. “Too late, you stubborn man-child. Although, any woman would have to be a saint to want to deal with you looking like something the cat dragged in.” She lifted her gaze to the ceiling and growled. “I swear to all that’s holy, I need to add stipulations in my contracts. Must. Use. Common. Sense.”
    Vikter let the barb slide and instead turned from Gerri. “I don’t know what to tell you. Even if you found someone in time, I don’t think I’m in the right frame of mind to be anyone’s mate.”
    She pursed her lips and glowered. “You listen to me, you scaly little boy. If you mess up my match in any way, you’ll regret it. I don’t care what you want at this point. This is the misery inside you talking. It’s the anger and frustration from what you perceive to be your upcoming