Piras clenched his fists in irritation as he replayed his reaction to the young woman he’d almost run over moments before. He spoke to Kila in Kalquorian. “Fuck. I damned near exposed us just now.”
His subordinate and Nobek turned his eternal smirk on him. “Try not to worry about it. Pretty faces distract me too. You know I can’t think straight around you.”
Piras’s scowl deepened and he shot his clanmate of a few weeks a warning look. “Stop your playing. I’m serious, Kila. The moment I realized I’d nearly run over a woman, I nearly bowed and begged her to let me make up for my inattention.” He shook his head and thought about punching one the dingy wall he passed. “I swear, sometimes I think I’m the worst spy in the fleet.”
“You’re not. What you are is a perfectionist who doesn’t accept anyone’s dumb-assery, least of all, your own.” Kila’s mocking grin deepened. “Don’t worry; I’ll be glad to punish you for the lapse later.”
The word punish had an instant effect on Piras. His groin gave a throb of excitement, which pissed him off all the more. “Don’t tease me when we’re about to deal with Browning Copeland, or I’ll punish you. Better yet, I’ll have Lokmi do it.”
Kila growled low in his throat, but his smile never wavered. “Maybe if I’m a good boy and give him the upper hand, he’ll agree to join our clan.”
Piras’s stomach lurched with want and hurt. Lokmi was the only Imdiko he could imagine joining his and Kila’s clan. The man was perfect for the two of them, the one person who could fit with their particular challenges. Unfortunately, Lokmi had significant issues of his own, problems that had thus far kept him from becoming their third.
Love had always been a hateful bastard, in Piras’s opinion. It would be so much easier if he could live without it, but he’d found he couldn’t. He needed Kila and Lokmi. It was as simple as that. At least he’d won the Nobek, though the struggle to do so had been a brutal one…not because of Kila, but because of Piras himself.
Releasing Summer 2017