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“I get it now,” I said softly, my voice blending into one of thousands. “Can you hear them?”

“Always,” Zat’tor replied.

“Can Dai’zee hear them, too?”

“Yes. And I am sure in time, Paz and Jaeyoung will hear them, too.”

Zat’tor was convinced that my friends would find Maeleon mates the same way I did. I’d brushed it off as him being a romantic sap at first, but now I wasn’t so sure. Jaeyoung was already deeply invested in Maeleon culture. He spent most of his time learning the local healing arts, and Linn’ar spent most ofhistime not-so-subtly poking around the healer’s den. Paz, too, kept fidgeting near the edge of the village, as if looking forward to a specific person’s return. He reminded me of a dog waiting for its owner to come back home. I hoped for his sake that whoever it was hurried up.

Dai’zee yawned with a squeak. Her teeth were already starting to come out. I chuckled at the sight of them.

“What is it?” Zat’tor asked.

“I just remembered when we first landed here and I was terrified of your sharp teeth,” I said with a grin. “That feels like an entire lifetime ago.”

Zat’tor’s expression was warm. “Yes, it does. My life felt like it could not begin until I met you.”

The statement unleashed butterflies in my chest. I laughed, throwing myself into Zat’tor’s embrace. His multiple limbs always came in handy; he could carry our daughter in his arms while also hugging me with his tentacles.

I’d take my sexy alien partner over a boring old human any day.

THE END