I’ve spent my whole adult life betting on all the wrong men. And I always lose.
My best friend Mia ended up with a Khanavai warrior—Commander Gendovi. She’s so lucky.
Of course, she went through hell before finding that luck. But now she’s blissfully happy, married—and mated, as the Khanavai said—to the man of her dreams. And pregnant with her third child.
I’m happy for her, really I am. But every time I see them together, I can’t help giving a little wistful sigh.
It would be amazing to have a relationship that strong.
I’m pretty sure human men aren’t up to the task of being the kind of spouses the Khanavai males are, though.
And as far as I know, the only way to get a Khanavai man is through the Bride Lottery.
If only I could figure out a way to sneak in somehow…