Unbondable(Kindred Birthright #1) - Evangeline Anderson Page 0,20

awkward if he knew who she was—thankfully her cold weather disguise allowed her to be anonymous.

Not wanting to make small talk with the rest of the merchants, she hurried down the long access tunnel, the vranna fur coat trailing behind her.

“Look at him go—must have a buyer already lined up,” she heard one of the merchants say.

“Nah—just trying to get warm. Damned hard on a ball of ice like this,” came the muttered reply. And then Kara was far enough ahead that she couldn’t make out their words anymore, which suited her just fine—as did the fact that they had apparently assumed she was male.

After many twists and turns, she emerged from the long tunnel into a much larger, open area—the grotto. It was enormous for an underground space, Kara thought—at least as big as two football fields from Earth put together. It was also open and airy, so that she could only dimly see the natural rock ceiling glinting far above.

The plain brown walls of the tunnel had given way to vast sheets of pinkish rock that were streaked with what must be mineral deposits in every imaginable color. A purplish-blue vegetation that was short and fuzzy like moss covered the floor which sloped down to a center area, where a grove of pale trees with silvery leaves grew around a still blue lake.

“Oh, beautiful,” Kara breathed to herself as she surveyed the scene. Then she saw two familiar figures standing by the side of the lake—her great aunt and uncle waiting for her.

“Aunt Zeelah! Uncle Grennly!” Kara waved eagerly to them and then hurried down the purple moss-covered slope to the shores of the placid blue lake. “It’s so good to meet you at last!” she exclaimed, pulling off the hood of the vranna skin coat and stripping off her thermal mask.

“Oh yes, my dear—we’re happy to see you too.” Aunt Zeelah gave her a tight little smile. She was dressed in a furry brown dress that Kara recognized at once.

“Oh, a tharp! My mother still has hers—the one that gave her so much trouble when she and my father visited Tranq Prime before they were bonded,” she said.

Her Uncle Greenly was also dressed in furs, although unfortunately, his didn’t suit him quite as well as Aunt Zeelah’s. He was wearing a kind of furry purple skirt which came to mid-thigh and furry purple boots to match. This outfit left his scrawny, somewhat concave chest bare and didn’t do his skinny legs any favors either.

But Kara didn’t care about appearances—she was just happy to see her distant relatives and hopeful that she might soon get the treatment she so desperately needed.

“Well, well—tell me, my dear, what brings you to us so unexpectedly this way?” Uncle Grennly asked. “Are you hoping to see the grotto when the Snowdrop trees are all in bloom?”

“Oh yes, that must be it,” Aunt Zeelah exclaimed. “After all, the Snowdrop Festival is tomorrow. You must sit at our table during the feast, my dear. We’ll get you some…suitable clothing.” She looked at the vranna skin coat—which really was rather old and worn—with a highly skeptical eye.

“That sounds beautiful and I would love to sit with you during the feast,” Kara said. “But…well…that’s not exactly why I came.”

“Why then have you come, wife’s sister’s son’s daughter?” Uncle Grennly asked, frowning.

“Well…” Kara hesitated but there didn’t seem to be any easy way to say it. “I came because of these,” she said. Parting her mouth, she pointed to the sharp, double set of fangs on either side of her mouth, exactly where a human had their canine teeth.

“Oh my goodness gracious!” Aunt Zeelah actually went pale.

“Are those real?” Uncle Grennly demanded.

“I’m afraid so,” Kara said apologetically.

“Close your mouth at once!” Aunt Zeelah was looking around, as though wondering if anyone had seen the shameful sight. “Blood Kindred males are bad enough but a female with fangs? Who ever heard of such a thing?”

“No one,” Kara admitted. “I’m the only one that I know of.”

“Well that is just completely unacceptable!” Uncle Grennly blustered, as though she’d grown the fangs on purpose.

“Really most shocking,” Aunt Zeelah agreed, fanning herself with one hand. “Kara, dear, I’m afraid we can’t be seen with a fanged Kindred female. In fact, I think we’d better go now. Come, Grennly.” She tugged on her husband’s skinny arm.

“But…but I came here because I heard you had a treatment for Blood Kindred—for their fangs, I mean,” Kara pleaded.

“A treatment?” Aunt Zeelah frowned for a moment…then