Eight months later, Julia shivered and snuggled her back closer to Zurian. They sat on the cliff of the mountain, green valleys and ragged mountains as far as the eye could see. He sat behind her with his legs on the outside of hers. Spring was here but the air was still chilly. He wore his usual army-style pants and shirt and never seemed to feel either the cold or heat. She'd dressed in the boots he'd had made for her from their jinz izwe, the silver material they made everything from. She wore jeans and a long-sleeved shirt with it. Now the cool air had her burrowing into Zurian. They sometimes left Mirabelle with Natalie and sneaked away to this spot.
Out here he was just a male and she was just a woman. She didn't have to think about Zyrgin conquest plans or what her family was up to or how government agents were out to get them.