Thunder Dome Scouting new borders

She was about to start another round of ‘And one more thing!’ at the dark man when he slumped his head down—delivering an explanation of exhaustion, and his pregnant mate. A family man—not, apparently, a psychopath.

And then he followed with promises—and Meadow could literally feel herself deflating like a balloon as her anger ebbed away just as quickly and she was left struck as he all but killed her with kindness. “Oh,” she lamely provided, her weight shifting—just as Reyson sidled up to her. A shiver coursed her spine at the Eidos’ presence—her eyes casting to him and becoming fixated on his forearm.

His very, very muscled forearm.

She felt the need to fan herself then, as any girl would—but she had been in the middle of a tirade, and so when she looked up to Reyson’s eyes, a scrunch of her nose revealed she had no idea what he was talking about—scent? “What? Do I stink or something?” A whispered hush just for him, though her eyes drifted back to the other man.


“I… Okay. Umm… Do you guys have a healer? Is your mate… okay?” And suddenly her ire melted to worry—and to a restlessness, as she subconsciously pressed closer to Reyson, who was smelling particularly delicious himself, right now.

Too bad he thought she stunk?