Chapter 180: Implants

When Marcie went slack in his arms, Larz glared at Zacar. "I cannot lose her."

He'd take a thousand years of being a citizen if it would save her. He needed more time with her. He wanted to make their dwelling comfortable for her. As he should have done, even when she had no honor. He'd make it so that she could always look out at the mountain. He had taunted her with not receiving the first knowing. She'd pretended not to care, but her last words were a wish to be honored as a breeder.

Zacar slapped his shoulder. "You will not lose her. She is sleeping."

"The nanos are not neutralizers as she believes, but another bomb," Viglar said.

If she was going to explode, it would be while he held her. He would make Viglar wake her so he could tell her that she was his breeder. That he honored her. "Can you get it out?"