“But I’m not human,” Andrev said. He pushed his hair out of his eyes, tilted his head back so the moonlight threw his alien features into stark relief. Five little horns covered with baby-soft skin, nothing like the terrifying protrusions on the deer and rams that roamed the wastelands around them.
“I’m inhuman.”
Kana leaned up, pressed a quick kiss to his temple.
“No,” she said, “you’re superhuman.”
“Perhaps, once their blood stains my hands, I’ll be subhuman.”
Kana sighed. “Too many words,” she said, ran a hand up his chest, felt his pulse at his throat. “Kiss me.”
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