Clearly she was too firmly cocooned is nearly-wedded bliss to worry about the severe emotional trauma she was about to inflict on her twin. It had been specially set up in the dressing tent for the bride and her attendants and it was getting a lot of use. She had to admit the deep emerald color looked great with her green eyes and the cut was very becoming to her hourglass figure but no dress, no matter how gorgeous, was enough to distract her from the matter at hand. Green and purple were holy colors to the Kindred—the colors of the sacred grove, in fact, where Olivia and Baird, the Kindred warrior who had called her, were about to say their vows.
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The Kindred ceremony isss today and the protection grid around the entire planet will be relaxed. He was seated on a throne of metal inscribed with strange alien script in glowing green letters. It was a foul and ancient language, forgotten by all but a few who were high in the Order. Being the true son of the AllFather, he was able to read the words written on the throne.
They spoke of pain. Pain, submission and the dominance of the strong over the weak. There was a hiss of displeasure from the hooded figure. What would you have me do? On it was projected a misty blue planet with a single tiny moon. Such a small world—such an insignificant little speck in the arm of a far-flung galaxy on the edge of the universe. But it might hold the secret to the resurrection of their race. If the prophesy holds true. He kept that thought to himself.
His father did not tolerate doubt. Capture the girl, of course. Ssshe is essential to our caussse. Just be ready to act when I tell you. It was best not to get his father upset when he was in a mood for conquest.
The result was never pleasant and often bloody. They must have no idea what isss happening until they are caught. Sophia Waterhouse will be ours.
Clearly she was too firmly cocooned in nearly-wedded bliss to worry about the severe emotional trauma she was about to inflict on her twin. It had been specially set up in the dressing tent for the bride and her attendants and it was getting a lot of use. She had to admit the deep emerald color looked great with her green eyes and the cut was very becoming to her hourglass figure. But no dress, no matter how gorgeous, was enough to distract her from the matter at hand.
Green and purple were holy colors to the Kindred—the colors of the sacred grove where Olivia and Baird, the Kindred warrior who had called her, were about to say their vows. Sophie shot the other woman a resentful look. Jillian had been no more than a passing acquaintance back when they all attended Hillsborough High. Well, except in bed. They can be plenty ferocious there.
Sophie frowned. There she goes again. The Kindred were a race of alien warriors, humanoid in form but much more massive in scale than the average human male. They had come to the rescue at the eleventh hour, when Earth was attacked by a menacing force from space called the Scourge. The Kindred Mother ship still orbited the planet, keeping the attackers at bay, but there was a hitch.
In exchange for their continued protection, the Kindred had demanded a genetic trade. From previous trades the Kindred were divided into three separate races: the Beast Kindred who had animalistic lusts, the Twin Kindred who always shared a bride and could not be separated, and the Blood or Tranq Kindred who bit and drew blood when they had sex.
Like freaking vampires. Sophie shuddered at the thought. As a result, she had always hated shots and needles and anything to do with blood—which was why Olivia was a nurse while she was an Elementary art teacher.
Because their race was ninety-five percent male the Kindred needed willing females to mate with. Accordingly, an Earth-wide draft was established.
All women between the ages of nineteen and thirty-five were required to participate. Though it was rare to be called as a Kindred bride, it did happen on a regular basis. It had happened to Olivia and Jillian both. While Olivia had fought it at first, she was blissfully happy now. Of course it was her wedding day—or bonding day as the Kindred called it. Although she wished Olivia would have consulted with her before adding the Luck Kiss to her bonding ceremony. He barely knows you.
I was so angry at Baird for trying to take you away from me and, well, I kind of took it out on Sylvan. A lot. Oh yeah, he definitely hated her. Not that Sophie blamed him. Olivia waved her fears away with a flip of her train. Right after the bride and groom kiss.
You know—to see who can put on the best show? How do her two husbands stand it? They must want to strangle her half the time. I mean, is it some kind of sacred Kindred tradition or something? Her twin could have at least warned her she was expected to lock lips with the best man in front of God and everybody instead of just springing it on her at the last minute. I just want everything to be a mixture—the perfect blend of Earth and Kindred traditions.
You are jealous, muttered a little voice in her head. After all, before Olivia had been called as a bride she and Sophie had been inseparable. I miss her, she thought sadly. Just the thought of it—of being called as a bride to one of the huge, muscular Kindred—made her shiver.
The Kindred were so big for one thing and their levels of sexual aggression were off the charts—at least to hear Olivia and Jillian tell it. Unfortunately, compared with her twin, Sophie was practically a virgin. But the other… Sophie pushed the memory quickly away. The point was, sex was bad enough without adding biting to the mix. Not that all the Kindred warriors bit their brides—only the Blood Kindred did that.
Sophie thought, staring at her reflection in the holo-viewer. Next to her radiantly happy sister she looked positively gloomy. Is this Luck Kiss thing making you that unhappy? But there was no way she was going to come right out and divulge such humiliating information—not in front of the smug Jillian, who had a knowing little smile pasted on her perfectly made-up face.
How could Sophie explain that Sylvan had been on her mind a lot recently? A lot more than a prospective brother-in-law should be, anyway.
Not that she wanted to think of him—somehow he just…intruded. Even if she tried purposefully to leave him out, he always snuck in somehow. Or a bowl of fruit and suddenly he was taking a bite out of one of the apples. It was bizarre, and not in a good way as far as Sophie was concerned. Like she had some kind of mental problem—Kindred inspired OCD or something equally bizarre. Come on, fess up womb-mate. The three of them had been close since grade school.
She was probably in the sacred grove somewhere, bustling around making sure everything was perfect and directing the guests to their seats. And you know how I get stage fright. Remember that time in third grade when the teacher picked me to play Princess Primrose in the school play?
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