She couldn’t decide if she felt disappointed or relieved that she and Del had reached the mess hall before Devlin. Deep in thought, she didn’t see the human woman come from the kitchen until she felt a touch on her elbow. “G’baena?” G’baena nodded, a little disconcerted to be approached by someone she didn’t know. She stamped down the urge to lower her face like a good little slave and tried to smile at the woman instead. “Devlin asked me to let you know that he won’t be able to make dinner.” Disappointment swamped her. She barely knew the man, and goddess knew he was human and likely ignorant of the mating customs of G’trobians, but somehow, none of that mattered when he was there. It had been a very long time since any man had drawn her attention. The fact that he was human just didn’t seem to make a difference to her libido. “Thank you.” She turned to Del, who seemed even more disappointed than she felt. “I suppose we may as well get some dinner.” At least the food was pretty good.
