Page 74 of Carnal: The Beast Who Loved Me

“No.”

The answer seemed appropriately contrite, but Free had already learned the hard lesson that humans can be deceptive in deadly ways.

“Exactly. My guest, Elora Rose Storm, tells me that humans can’t stand the idea of not being the best at everything, top of the phylogenetic scale. It’s ironic that such creatures set out to deliberately create a superior species. Don’t you think?” Free waved his hand as if to say he didn’t expect an answer to that.

“It’s simple. If you accept us as part of your community, your people will live and perhaps profit from the infusion of new ideas and perspectives.” Free glanced at Carnal. “Not to mention blood. If you don’t, you may bring about your own demise.” The mayor looked at him sharply. “No. It’s not a threat. It’s a vision of one possible future that depends entirely on the choices you and your people make day to day, hour to hour. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Comstock replied, looking humbled, a little sick, and not wanting to look Free in the eye.

“Here’s the first choice of many I may offer. Do you want to go out there and tell your people to get ready for our migration and integration or should I?”

To his credit, the mayor squared his shoulders, raised his chin, and said, “I will.”

“Very well. Once again, be certain you emphasize friendliness and cooperation.”

Comstock bowed his head once.

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