Chapter 91: Not done yet.
Rhylent’s loud purring woke Chasm, and he turned his head. In the gray light of the room, Chasm could make out Rhylent’s silhouette as the alien leaned over Norwell. On both sides of the doorframe that led out into the garden, the fabric of the Nebos was hooked. Norwell looked like she was sitting on a huge swing made out of the silk with Rhylent bent over her.
“Norwell, you are beautiful.” Rhylent’s voice, hoarse with desire, rode the air. “I am glad I met you.”
“I knew we would all get along wonderfully. I liked you the second I saw you in the market.” Norwell laughed. “And one day, you are going to tell me you love me and never want me to leave.”
“Am I? You seem very confident of that.”