From Diversion: Unbound Book 3
Kor is trying to get Merika to remember the bond they’d formed at the end of the first book, Incursion…
“You are human, and I am ir’drakhon,” he said, deflecting it a little. “We are…not the same.”
He let her digest that a moment. “But that’s not all,” he continued, keeping his tone light. “Or even most important. Beyond the immediate, our goals possibly…conflict.”
“Yeah.” Her tone turned dry. “Just possibly.”
“And we live in very different…worlds.”
He glanced at her again. It was her turn to quirk a brow. “What? Your job is to stop people like me from doing mine.”
He smiled. “I suppose it is. Have I missed anything?”
She pursed her lips. “There’s your age.”
“My age?” He hadn’t been expecting that one.
“Well, you’re what, six times mine? More? I’m not particularly young by my homeworld’s standards, but….”
“Ah.” He looked down at his boots again. “My age.”
“Well, I mean, if you’re as old as you look in relative terms, that means you have what, another two or three hundred more years, to my, at best, sixty or seventy?”
That statement reassured him. If she’d taken the time to project the two of them into the future…perhaps the feelings in that kiss might just win out yet. Perhaps, just possibly, that kiss wasn’t a prelude to assassination.
It meant, perhaps, he had a reason to remain, after all. Just this one thing. Would the Lords of Judgement let him have just this one thing? “I don’t have another three hundred years, I assure you,” he said dryly.
“How—how many do you have?” Her voice was tinged with a reluctant curiosity. “I know you ir’drakhon live almost twice as long as humans—all that genetic engineering—but…”
“How long do any of us have?” He raised both brows at her. “At this rate, none of us are likely to die of old age.”
Why did he find that chiding tone of hers so appealing? “The truth is, I don’t know.”
“How can you not know?”
He gave her half a smile. “I am…one of a kind.”