Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
What have I agreed to?
7
MIRANDA
“Come, let me show you my home,” Korrath purred as he lifted her easily down from the shuttle as though she weighed no more than a pillow.
Miranda was impressed by his strength—her ex hadn’t even been able to lift her over the threshold when they got married, and that was years ago when she was much lighter. But her interest and wonder soon turned to examining the huge Monstrum Mother Ship.
The Docking Bay gave way to a corridor unlike anything Miranda had ever seen. She half expected gleaming metal walls and sterile fluorescent lights, but instead the passage was draped in vines that curled like ribbons, heavy with pale blossoms that glowed softly in the dim air. The flowers pulsed gently, shedding light in shades of gold and lavender, illuminating the path beneath their feet.
“It looks like a fairy tale,” she murmured, tilting her head back to take in the ceiling, where clusters of luminescent blooms hung like chandeliers.
“There are no artificial lights here,” Korrath said, his deep voice reverberating through the corridor. “The Monstrum Mother Ship is a living organism. She breathes…she warms…she shelters. We care for her and she cares for us in return. That is why we call it our Mother Ship. She is, quite literally, our mother.”
Miranda let that sink in as they walked. A living ship—a mother made of vines and blossoms and glowing fruit, cradling them in her arms as they traveled through space. It was strange, alien…and breathtaking.
She cleared her throat.
“So… what comes next?”
“You need to relax.” Korrath looked down at her, eyes gleaming green in the shifting glow of the flowers. “It’s been a stressful day for you. We will begin with a snack—something to feed your luscious curves.”
“A snack?” She almost laughed, because her nerves were stretched tight and he was treating this like an afternoon outing.
“Yes. This way.”
He guided her into a chamber that, astonishingly, looked like a café. Round tables and chairs were scattered across the mossy floor, and place settings gleamed on each one—plates and cutlery and delicate glasses waiting to be filled. It all looked so quaint—so classic. For a moment, Miranda felt almost normal, like she’d stumbled into a hidden bistro in Paris instead of a living alien ship orbiting Mars.
A Monstrum waiter approached them—a Lionus, with a tawny mane and polite golden eyes. Korrath spoke briefly in a low growl that Miranda didn’t understand. When the waiter departed, she leaned closer.
“What about the food?”
Korrath’s lips curved faintly.
“It surrounds you.”
She blinked.
“Excuse me?”
He gestured around the chamber. Only now did Miranda notice that the walls weren’t walls at all—they were trees, vines, shrubs, all woven seamlessly together, heavy with fruit and blossoms. How had she missed that before? Maybe because it was dim in here, with just the glowing blossoms for light. The ambiance was like a café at night.
“You mean… we just pick it? Pick what we want?” she asked.
“Of course.” The big Panther’s voice was warm and indulgent. “Come—I will show you which fruits are ripe.”
He led her to a nearby vine, where bulbous fruit swelled in clusters. He pressed a large, clawed thumb into one, and the skin gave with a soft hiss.
“This one is ready. It will be sweet.”
They gathered several, moving from vine to vine, and Miranda marveled at each new discovery. One fruit was the size of a grapefruit, its skin striped pink and gold, releasing a perfume like peaches and honey. Another hung in clusters like oversized blackberries, the berries glowing faintly as though lit from within. A third alien fruit resembled a pale blue pear, its skin dusted with silver, smelling faintly of vanilla and sea salt.
The last was perhaps the strangest—a thick, star-shaped blossom that exuded a sugary nectar when touched. Its petals were curling open to reveal glistening flesh the color of rubies.
Her hands were sticky with sap and juice by the time they returned to their table—arms full of strange, luscious treasures. Korrath retrieved a blade from his place setting and began slicing deftly, his claws flashing as he cut the fruits into neat wedges.
“Here.” He speared a piece of the striped fruit and held it out to her. “Taste.”
Miranda hesitated, then leaned forward and let him slip it between her lips. Her eyes widened. It was like mango and cream, melting instantly on her tongue. It left behind a tingling sweetness that made her want more immediately.
“Good?” His eyes gleamed as he watched her chew.
“Very,” she admitted, a little breathless. “That’s one of the best things I’ve ever put in my mouth!”
“I’m so glad you approve.” His deep voice was a velvety purr. “Here—try another.” He fed her again, this time one of the glowing blackberries. Its juice burst, tart and sharp—a rush of flavor that made her gasp. She licked a stray drop from her lip, and Korrath’s emerald gaze followed the movement, unblinking.