THE ZANDIANS STILL NEED BRIDES.

It's the Zandian Lights festival, and the king declared a free-for-all.

All human females may mate without petition.

Without multiple partners. Without promises.

Two warriors have pledged themselves to me,

but I can't get excited about becoming their bride.

There's only one purple-skinned male who excites me-

Mykl, my master and supervisor. The gruff male with a dislike for humans.

But I've also seen heat in his eyes, a tilt of his horns when he looks at me.

So this holiday, my only wish is to snag his attention.

And maybe even his heart.