Kerry,” I finish, pointing each one out.
Inara’s brother, the biggest one built like the Sears Tower, exhales fire. The only slightly smaller sibling beside him breaks from the line, and begins to stalk towards us.
“Which one of your murderous, cannibalistic brothers is this?” I murmur to Inara.
“Oh, they’re not cannibalistic,” she replies, sounding a little taken aback that I’d have this impression. “We don’t eat each other. We will eat the organs of our enemies, but that generally happens offplanet with lifeforms other than Rakhii.”
I glance at her. “What kinds of lifeforms?”
A huge, big-ass hand clamps down on my shoulder, almost sending me crashing to my knees. “Human,” the beast who has ahold of me rumbles.
I grimace. “I was afraid you’d say that.”
I hear distant shouts, human ones. Familiar ones. My mom, my sisters, and Stacy.
“Arokh?” someone calls. Someone female. “Remember how we talked about Inara being all grown up, and in charge of her own life choices? Don’t rough up her man.”
“I don’t know who’s speaking, but I think you’re great,” I announce.
The hand wrapped around my shoulder clenches—and I crumple.
“Ffffffuck!” I snarl, my knees cracking into the parking lot’s pavement.
Women scream—my family.
But after all the times I made my sisters’ lives a little rough as I worked over their boyfriends, I can admit I’ve got this coming.
Inara snarls something in alien, and to my great relief, her brother lets me go. Inara swoops down in front of me, hands wrapping around my face. “Matthew, are you all right?”
“Just a crushed scapula, I’ll be fine,” I grit out. “Keep my family back.”
She doesn’t spare them a glance. I guess she figures they have the sense not to take on aliens. Inara winces as she searches my face. “Do crushed human scapulas repair themselves?”
I suck a breath in through my teeth. “Not really, sweethearts. But I’ll be fine.”
It’s Inara’s brother who offers me a hand up.
Craning my neck back to pin his scary ass face with a look, I firmly accept it.
He hauls me to my feet in a millisecond, exerting zero effort.
His lethal eyes appraise me. His scales glitter, at first appearing to be opaque white, but then flashing with reds, and blues, and greens, and yellows. Like an opal stone, he’s shimmery, stunning. And perhaps like a very big opal stone, he looks like he could easily crush me to death. Instead of that happening though, he cuts his glance down, training it on the human woman who's taken hold of his arm.
“Arokh, babe,” she warns him calmly, “We’re really starting to pull in a crowd. Maybe it’s time to take this family reunion inside?”
“Agreed,” I say, seeing the way rubberneckers are clogging up the sidewalk on the edge of our parking lot, some of them holding up cell phones, filming. Maybe they’re not approaching because Inara’s brothers look scary as fuck, but whatever the reason, we should probably get a move on.
One of Inara’s other brother’s sighs, and grumbles, “Your mate gives wise advice. We may want to avoid killing him in the open.”
“Okay,” I hear Elaine, my sister, say. “I’ve said for a long time that I hoped Matthew would get a taste of his own overprotective, overbearing medicine one day...”
“Yep, I’ve said the same thing,” Kaley murmurs.
Kate’s making a face, watching me, worried. “I’m not enjoying it like I thought I would,” she shares, like this is a big revelation.
“Is your shoulder okay?” Kerry asks, because she’s the sweet one.
My mom is beside Inara, watching me, worried. “How bad are you hurt, Matthew?”
“I’m fine, Mom. Nothing’s really broken,” I assure her.
“Human,” says the alien who crunched my shoulder, addressing me. “I am Arokh, Inara’s littermate.” His tail is wrapped around his mate. “This is my Angie.” He tugs her close and wraps her up in his arms.
“Hi,” she says with a wry smile. Then she tips her head. “Over there, those are our beautiful baby girls being carried by their uncle Kennox.”
Kennox is as big as an ox; basically Arokh, but yellow. His horns are thick and curling, his tail is snapping behind him, and he’s eyeballing me like my hands are covered in grease and I’ve put them all over his little sister.
The kids he’s holding are… wow. Old enough to walk on their own, but I can see why they’re being carried in the harnesses that are strapped on their huge-ass uncle’s chest: this is a big, busy city and they’re tiny. All over, they are just the littlest things. Feminine features too,