"It's my brother, Jerret and their warriors," Skye said. A tall blonde warrior stopped in front of the transporter, moved into a warrior's stance with his arms crossed over his chest and stared at Soren with the same bright teal eyes as Skye's. "That's my brother," Skye said pointing and waving at the warrior through the window of the transporter. "He looks friendly," Soren said while Berit stared and frowned at him. Soren sat back, grinned at Berit and tugged Skye's head back until her lips were beneath his. "What are you doing?" She wiggled, trying to get up. "Getting this pissing contest with your brother out of the way," Soren said before he kissed her, passionately. She struggled for a moment then collapsed against him and kissed him back. Heavy footsteps pounded toward them and a large hand landed on Soren's shoulder and pulled him away from Skye. "Get away from my sister," Berit said, his voice angry. "Please don't piss on my brother," Skye said. "What?" Berit yelled and turned toward Soren.
