Sometimes it's a very fine line between love and hate.
Humans were inferior and troublesome creatures, and unlike his fellow warriors, Moroco had no intention of ever mating one.
Trust a female again? Never. Not when he knew how easily they could betray you.
So why did he care so much about a certain prickly, irritating female who seemed to take great delight in rousing his temper?
And his need.
Saffron hadn't come to Zerconia to find a mate among these overbearing, overprotective aliens. All she cared about was keeping her sister safe, and now that Sophie had found her mate, well, it was probably time to leave.
Except, she couldn't leave without seeing Moroco once more.
If only to tell him exactly what she thought of him. Only problem was she didn't know whether she was going to tell him that she disliked him…
Or desired him.
