She knew it was this base, selfish desire that had nearly destroyed their world’s fragile ecological balance sixteen thousand years earlier, but she didn’t care. Snorting with surprise and flustration, Sibilius grabbed at his nostrils only to find that the tiny blade of grass was no longer there. Porn Béla looked at him, not understanding what was happening. “You sound like my sister, but you’re one like Father!”
“What’s wrong with you?” the red-hair girl asked, sounding very upset. Elaine stared into Alana’s almond dark eyes as well, comprehension suddenly dawning on her face. This plant is designed from my own DNA with the sole purpose of burrowing into your womb, growing into its adult form, then burrowing its way out just like our children did – all in a single afternoon.”
“What?” Alana laughed, staring at her lifemate like he was the Mad Incarnator.
