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The question was easy to answer.
Of course, they did.
His friends got to hold their females and take pleasure knowing they drew strength from them.
And now—again, it was inappropriate for him to be thinking this, but…now he was this female’s strength.
It was a new feeling, one he’d never experienced before, and an ache developed within him that he knew far too well.
Not because he was envious of what his friends had…
No.
This ache was something else.
This ache was there because this was a part of life he, Ka’Cit, would never ever have.
And for good reason.
He had nothing to offer any deserving female.
He was cursed.
Bone Crusher wasn’t the only unwanted moniker he’d been given.
In other places, at another time, he’d been given another name.
He was Ka’Cit Urgmental, the Cursed, the Unwanted…the Smooth-Faced.
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It felt like a long, long time before Nia was able to open her eyes.
As the minutes ticked by, the big, blue guy had held her close, allowing her to breathe through her panic attack.
She was still fighting with herself, telling herself that it was fine, that she wasn’t about to suffocate.
She knew it was an illogical response. She knew perfectly well that she wasn’t going to die…that there was enough air for her to breathe.
Still, she couldn’t stop herself.
She’d always suffered from claustrophobia.
It had haunted her most of her life and even now, it was still haunting her.
It was why she’d decided to become a nurse instead of doing what she’d wanted to do in the first place—join the army.
Her claustrophobia was a vulnerability, and in times like this, that was achingly obvious.
Imagine freezing up on the battlefield when the lives of others depended on her.
She couldn’t do it.
Fuck.
She blinked as a huge breath shuddered from her.
If this stranger hadn’t been there to urge her down the hole, could she have done it alone?