Syris stared down at her as if she had suddenly sprouted a second head right out of her neck. He blinked his striking amethyst eyes slowly, his expression a mixture of profound bewilderment and suspicion.
"Is this... a joke?" Syris asked cautiously, his tone flat.
Ever since she had introduced him to the concept of sarcasm and jokes, Syris was having an incredibly hard time figuring out exactly when his mate was pulling his leg and when she was being serious.
Ren frowned, shaking her head. Her wet, soapy hands hovered over the massive stone basin. "I am not joking. Am I supposed to know who Bia and Las are?"
Syris let out a long, exasperated hiss. "They are the snake females, Ren. The ones with the pink scales and the white scales. The females who live only to serve you."
Ren's jaw dropped. Her mouth formed a perfect, silent 'O' shape, and her eyebrows shot up as the realization finally hit her like a ton of bricks.
He was talking about the coral and albino snake females!
