"Well, no," I replied. "At least, I don't think so."

"Hmm," she said, tapping her chin. "Maybe with a little practice..."

"She will not," Cat said in a firm tone. "We will not destroy an entire world."

"Oh, all right!" Jack grumbled, though it was obvious that she would have liked to see me try it.

"I don't believe in killing people," I said.

"Is that right? What if someone threatened Leo?" she asked.

"Well, that's different," I said. "If it was a choice between him and the Nedwuts, I'd blast 'em!"

"Good girl!" Jack said approvingly. "Oh, and by the way, we need to talk!" The look in her eye left no doubt as to what it was she wanted to talk about.

By the gods, I'd found a girlfriend at last!

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Epilogue.

In the end, I left Morgana with Rafe and Sinjar.

Seems she decided stallions weren't so bad after all, but it didn't do to tease her about it. You know how mares are.

Leo and I had a lovely daughter with my green eyes and dark hair, who is the most beautiful girl in the galaxy! I realize that I may be somewhat prejudiced in my opinion, but Desdemona thinks so, too, and, as you know, she is perfectly impartial! Max absolutely adores the baby and hardly ever leaves her side-except when we visit other planets. There aren't squirrels living on all of them, but he manages to get in a good run now and then. Speaking of squirrels, parting with Gerald was tough, but I have a feeling it wasn't long before he found someone else to throw nuts at. He's just that kind of guy.

I finally figured out what Craynolt meant when he said there were more souls now-not two, or four, but more.

Apparently Zetithian snard is good at overcoming lots of obstacles-not the least of which is the witch tendency toward single births. I don't know how it works, but that made little difference to me, because I had sons! Two of them! And, best of all, they look just like Leo!

Leo and I have been traveling with Jack and Cat for a number of years now, and it's been quite an adventure!

We found some other Zetithians along the way-those two brothers are really hot, and what happened to Lynx will make you cry your eyes out! As for the others, well, *316 *57*.

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I'd love to tell you more, but Leo doesn't want me to spoil the rest of the story.

So I won't.

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Acknowledgments.

I would like to thank: My husband for keeping me sane; My friends for their enthusiasm; My dog for letting me listen in on his thoughts, And The Green Witch Herbal by Barbara Griggs for providing me with information and inspiration.

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Read on for a preview of Book #3 in The Cat Star Chronicles by Cheryl Brooks Coming from Sourcebooks Casablanca in March 2009 After dinner, Scalia sent Zealon off to bed, telling her that she needed to rest well before embarking on her new career as a concert pianist. I seconded that and was then left alone with the Queen, who wasted no time in introducing a new topic for discussion-one which she probably considered unfit for young ears, just as the wine was for young palates.

"I will not keep you much longer." She paused, calling out to a servant in the next room before taking another delicate sip of her wine and continuing, "But before you go, you must see my cats."

"Your cats?"

Nodding, she said, "I'd like your opinion of them."

That sounded odd. What did it matter what I thought of her pets? The little toad creature was told to fetch the cats, so I had a little time to think. Okay, if this was a desert planet with intelligent life forms that looked for all the world like dinosaurs, what kind of cats would they have here? Saber-toothed tigers?

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And I had an orgasm.

Scalia probably thought I'd choked on my wine, but that wasn't it at all! I felt a fire begin to burn deep inside me when I first laid eyes on him, and his smile sent me over the edge. I'd never felt anything quite like it before in my life-nor had I ever seen anything to compare with him.

"They are my most prized possessions," Scalia said.

"Very beautiful, are they not?"

I'm not entirely sure what I said in reply, but it was affirmative, though undoubtedly inarticulate.

Scalia smiled. "I'd hoped you would like them."

I took another sip of my wine-actually, it was more of a gulp than a sip-and asked, "W-where did you find them?"

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them! The trader said that there had been a bounty placed on them, which, of course, meant that I was required to pay about twenty times that amount in order to get them-and also to keep him quiet as to their whereabouts! Apparently someone holds a grudge against their kind and set out to exterminate them entirely-which would have been most unfortunate, as I am certain you will agree."

I think I nodded, but sitting there trying to imagine a whole planet full of these guys nearly made my uterus go into another spasm. I decided that a group of jealous men must have gotten an army together and plotted against them, for certainly no female in the known universe would have gone along with such a scheme. I mean, Scalia was a lizard and even she liked them!

"But they are safe here," she added firmly. "They are kept under lock and key at night, and no one beyond the palace walls knows they exist. And, unlike my other slaves, even my daughter has never seen them."

The fact that they were both entirely nude except for jeweled collars around their necks and genitals might have been one reason Zealon had never been permitted to see them. She was much too young for such things, though I didn't think that anyone under the age of-oh, I don't know, a hundred, perhaps?-could look at them and not be affected.

"These two are brothers," Scalia went on as though she were truly talking about a pair of pet cats who happened to be litter-mates. "I would dearly love to breed more of them, but they are a mammalian species and will not cross with our kind. Nor are they...

aroused...by our females."

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As they had positioned themselves on either side of Scalia's chair, across the table from me, I had an excellent view of them both. They didn't seem particularly shy, either, not minding a bit that I couldn't take my eyes off them. The blue-eyed one had perfect, pale skin setting off the most spectacular hair-jet black with a thick streak of white running through it near his temple-hanging to his waist in perfect spirals. The other also had black hair which curled to his waist, but with a similarly placed orange stripe, green eyes, and more tawny skin. They both possessed up-swept eyebrows and pointed ears, as well as vertical pupils that seemed to glow slightly. The green-eyed one yawned just then, revealing a mouth full of sharp white teeth and canines that looked downright dangerous. All in all, they put me in mind of Earth's tigers-the one Bengal, and the other Siberian-but they had body hair more like that of human males, not the fur you would expect to find on a cat. Neither of them had beards, but I wasn't close enough to determine whether or not this was natural. Both were tall, broad-chested, and lean, with smooth, rippling muscles and perfectly proportioned limbs. It was no wonder Scalia had paid a fortune for them!

All of this possibly wouldn't have mattered if they hadn't had one other notable attribute: they were both hung like horses. A crass description, perhaps, but it was *322 *59*.

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accurate, nonetheless. Unfortunately, they were not, as Scalia had mentioned before, aroused. The mere thought of what they might look like if they were aroused made my mouth go dry, and I attempted to take another sip from an empty glass.

"My guest needs more wine," Scalia said, crooking a finger toward the Siberian tiger.

Nodding, he collected a flask from the sideboard and came around the table. When he leaned over to pour the wine, his cock was just below my eye level, but as my eyes were slightly downcast, I had an excellent view of it. Among other things, I noted that the jewels on his genital cuff were every bit as blue as his eyes. Scalia, it seemed, was not the slightest bit colorblind and had paid attention to detail when decorating her slaves.

"Thank you," I said hoarsely.

"You are very welcome," he replied. "It is my pleasure to serve you."

His deep voice was like melted butter and, even though polite, his choice of words had me envisioning all manner of pleasurable things-none of them having anything to do with food or drink. I couldn't help but look up at him, and when our eyes met, he smiled again and blinked slowly. Then I watched, fascinated, as his nostrils flared with a deep inhalation-and his smile intensified, as did the hot blue of his eyes.

"Oh, excellent!" Scalia said in hushed tones.

Yes, he is! Excellent, perfect, amazing, unbelievable- and just about any other superlative you'd care to use.

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I felt something wet drop onto my hand. Glancing down to see if I was indeed melting, I saw what Scalia had undoubtedly been referring to, for the tiger's penis was now fully erect. As thick and long as a well-endowed human's would have been, it also had a wide, scalloped corona at the base of the head that was obviously there for one reason only: to give the greatest possible pleasure to any woman fortunate enough to be penetrated by it. Looking closer, I noted that the clear fluid that had fallen on my hand appeared to be coming, not from the opening at the apex, but from the star-like points of the corona.

I tried to swallow and couldn't. I looked up at him again with what must have been an expression of raw hunger mingled with guilt written clearly upon my face.

In return, what I saw on his face was the most open invitation to partake of anything I'd ever seen. His mesmerizing eyes beckoned, his full lips promised sensuous delights beyond my wildest imaginings, and his provocative smile assured me of his knowledge of every possible way to drive a woman wild. He was offering himself to me-completely-without saying a word.

Unfortunately, just as I was about to take a taste of him, I suddenly remembered where I was. We were not alone, and he was a slave who belonged to the lizard queen sitting across the table from me. Reaching awkwardly for my wine glass, my sleeve slid across the head of his cock, soaking it with his fluid and drawing a barely audible groan from him.

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Trying desperately to ignore his reaction, I looked away from him and saw that Scalia was watching us intently, but she had her hand on the Bengal tiger's thigh, stroking him, though without any erotic response on his part whatsoever. I would have thought that such a pornographic vision right across the table from him would have been enough to stimulate him, but apparently it wasn't.

Then I remembered the blue-eyed tiger inhaling as though he was taking a whiff of me. It was something to do with scent, then-though it was surprising that I was clear-headed enough to figure that out at the time. What was also surprising was the fact that my "scent" hadn't reached the other man, because if the way I was feeling was any indication, it had to have been pretty heavy with sex pheromones.

Breaking the silence, the Queen's voice was now brisk and businesslike. "You will require a personal attendant during your stay with us," Scalia said. "I believe he will suit you very nicely."

"Who? Him?" I gasped. As I sat staring at his cock, I decided that if anyone could "suit me," it would have been him, but he was far more... man...than I'd ever so much as touched in my life! He could turn me to mush in a heartbeat-and, of course, in that state, I'd never play piano again... "Oh, but I don't really need-" I protested before she cut me off with an imperious wave of her hand.

"Yes, you do," she said firmly. "You are new to this world, Kyra. He will be able to help you...adjust."

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To be honest, I doubted that I needed a servant of any kind, though due to the scarcity of water and fabrics, it was a given that there wouldn't be any easy way to wash my clothes. I wondered if my bed would have sheets on it, or if I'd be sleeping on a bed of stones or sand.

Hopefully, Zealon had done some homework in that area as well.

My tiger was still standing next to me, flanking my chair just as his counterpart did for Scalia-quite slavelike behavior, despite his persistent erection-and it occurred to me that he might like to have some say in the matter.

"What about you?" I asked, looking up at him curiously. "Do you think I need a personal attendant?"

"Absolutely," he replied, his luscious lips curling in a smile. "There are a great many things I can do for you."

I'll just bet you can, I thought grimly. "But do you want to?" I said aloud. For some reason, I felt it was important that his service to me be voluntary. Not that he wouldn't have done whatever he was told to do by his owner; after all, he was a slave, though a very valuable one. What would happen if he refused? I doubted that Scalia would punish him-doubted that she ever had, *326 *59*.

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for neither of them had a mark on him, nor did they have the cowed expressions of people who were habitually abused or bullied. In fact, they appeared to have been well cared for, if not cosseted, by their owner-truly more like cherished pets than slaves.

"I can think of nothing I would like more," he assured me.

"Because you have been told to." I said this not as a question, but as a statement.

He seemed uncertain about how to reply to that, glancing at Scalia out of the corner of his eye as if for direction, but she gave him none that I could see.

"Because you smell of desire," he said finally. "Being near you pleases me...and I have no doubt that I can please you."

"An honest answer," Scalia asserted. "You may believe what he tells you. They are both very truthful."

I nodded. "Yes, I can believe that much," I said.