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Chapter Thirteen

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I watched the LOVE GALAXY trailer. Here is my opinion.

I cannot decide if Humans are the cutest species I have ever seen or the most pathetic. Where are their tails? Sharp teeth? Claws? Protective plates? Scales? Wings? Stingers? Are they as weak and helpless as they appear? They wear coverings made of cloth to protect their delicate skin, yet the clothes would do nothing against a predator’s attack. Mayhaps they are not even the dominant species of their planet! I want to know everything about them—how they breathe, how they talk, how they procreate.Everything.

And imagine pairing them with Ril’os! Those stuck-up bastards are notoriously picky.

Thankfully, the producers have apparently learned their lesson with the complete failure of last season, because it appears the mentality now is that if the contestants are not bringing enoughdrama they will literally force it out of them. Which is brutal but will hopefully make for a great broadcast.

Finally LOVE GALAXY might actually be worth watching again.

Anonymous:

I sort of want to watch, even though I hated last season.

SkyLander:

Bring on the drama!

torkstenlover8572583:

LOVE GALAXY has honestly always been the most unhinged.

Harlee

Iburst out of the closet so fast I startled Lydia and Killan. They’re both standing, fingers pointed at each other, but they freeze when they see me. Lydia’s cheeks are flushed, and Killan’s mouth is still open, as if he was partway through a sentence.

Or an argument.

I can’t believe I didn’t hear them. It goes to show how focused I was on Roan.

Lydia gives me a tight smile and sinks back into her chair, arms crossed and a scowl wrinkling her forehead.

“Not exactly sure what Mr. Smith was hoping for by leaving us four alone,” she says, “but I think we’ve got the ‘drama’ part of our brief nailed.” She does a double take as I near, her gaze raking my face, a hand pressed to her temple. “And the ‘thirting’ part—thirting. Flirting!”

I run a hand self-consciously over my hair, feeling new knots where Roan had gripped the back of my head. I’m also tugging at the hem of my blue sweater and straightening my cuffs. Turns out a man with four hands can keep himself occupied ruffling up a girl’s outfit. I’d bet a week’s pay I’m the picture of debauchery.

“Who won?” I ask, trying to direct the conversation away from me.

I can feel Roan hovering close beside me, but I don’t dare look at him. I don’t want to see the hurt I’ve caused him—kissing and then running.

I shiver, although I’m not cold.

I am ashamed. Scared. Confused.

And still a bit horny.

“Me,” Lydia declares. “Mr. Stick Up His Ass here couldn’t work out which one was my lie.”

“You broke the rules,” he growls, and it’s so close to being animalistic that I practically feel the ground rumble with the strength of his growl.

“And I told you,” Lydia says through gritted teeth, making it very clear this is what they were arguing about, “you don’t have to always say the lie third.”

“Akh.” Roan releases a long sigh, as if only now understanding the game rules.

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