Lea glanced at Tolui. He leaned over construction plans with three of his males. The sun’s rays kissed his tanned shoulders and highlighted the blue in his black hair. As though sensing her gaze on him, Tolui looked upward. His dark eyes gleamed with possession and pride. And he’s claiming me. A tremor of desire rolled down Lea’s spine, lighting her body with sensual flames. Eight-Two-One, one of the youngest warriors, dropped two of the fasteners he’d replicated. The sharp pieces of metal landed in the sand dangerously close to her boots. “My lord is a fortunate male,” he said, his hands full of fasteners, his baby face round and smooth. Although he appeared to have seen eighteen solar cycles, in reality, he’d only seen three. The clones had devised a means of accelerating the maturity of their offspring, using technology to compensate for their lack of caregivers. “I hope when I locate my gerel, she’ll be as lusty as you are.” His voice broke mid-sentence. Lea’s face heated.
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