Lorien watched as Ulrik's notification faded away, her expression not changing. She had no intention of trusting that man regardless of the circumstances—she never had.
The problems of the Mist Race had to be solved by the Mist Race. She had never agreed with using the seed of other Races to try and fix things. If their Ancestors could get them this power through Genes, then they could climb their way out through Genes as well.
These shoddy attempts would only make them subservient to others, their wombs enslaved to the powerhouses they chose to bed.
That wasn't the future she wanted for herself.
Of course, the Mist Race wasn't nearly so foolish as Lorien's thoughts were making it seem. There was a reason that Ulrik hadn't just jumped on the opportunity to bed her. There would certainly be a great number of strings attached… mostly related to the unique sexual methods of her Race and what it did to men they took in.
But even that was only a stopgap measure.
