Chapter 103: King

If I could be right just once, it might help in dealing with my mate. No, I'm not killing a woman.

Beck and I don't bathe. We give the women time to enjoy the water. If Marinah doesn't like my smell, too bad. War is not the time for roses.

"We need to grab the kittens on the way out," Marinah tells me when they're finally ready to leave.

"We are not taking the kittens with us."

Twenty minutes later, we collect them. Maybe we need a marriage counselor because this mating stuff is harder than it looks. Marinah helps Cosway carry the darn cats back to the roof. Their food is stuffed in her pack. I now have a human woman, an injured human, and five kittens. I don't think the situation could get worse. I bite that thought off. Of course it could with Marinah in the picture. I all but groan out loud.

Beck and Labyrinth are doing everything they can not to laugh in my face, and I don't blame them. Point me in any direction and I'll find something to kill. Collecting people isn't my thing