Blinking, he stared up at her.
The ripe lips curved into a smile. Sinuous cat-graceful, she moved towards him, sleek silvery body-sheath shimmering as she descended. "You see, Earthman? I told you I did not fear you."
He stared down into the midnight eyes, black and unfathomable as the void itself. "Then what—?"
The scarlet lips parted. She swayed against him. "Kiss me, alien!"
Involuntarily, Craig stiffened. "What—!"
The woman laughed softly. "Is it so strange a concept, alien? Am I so old, so drab, so ugly?"
Craig could find no words.
"We are as one in so many ways, Craig Nesom," dark Vydys went on. "Fear is not in us, nor yet mercy. We know what it means to strike with daring. Both of us hold ruthless to our hatred for Lord Zenaor."
Still Craig did not move. "And because we both hate Zenaor, I should kiss you?"
"If we stand together, we can defeat him." The dark eyes half mocked, half measured. "Some say that pain is my only passion. That is not true. I love also as a woman. There are men, Kukzubas barons, who would sell their souls for my embrace."