He snarled and flexed his claws into the neck of the man in front of him. “What is your problem? Why did you try and touch her?” “She smelled hot. I lost my senses.” “You tried to touch her. The rules are that we don’t touch them unless invited.” “I just wanted to keep her with me for a moment longer.” The ears of the Regiz were down. Sorrok bared his teeth and growled. “She isn’t yours to keep. She is mine to protect.” The Regiz stiffened. “She hasn’t chosen you.” “Would you care to discuss this in an open arena?” “I think I might. The T’berr Facility? Tomorrow at noon?” “I will see you there. Bring your own medic.” Sorrok let him go, and the other male dropped back to his feet. The Regiz left the mixer, but Sorrok had his blood on his claws.
