Interview with Demir from Untamable Lover
Where are you from?
“Lemuria.” Demir raises an eyebrow. “I don’t expect you to know about Lemuria, you’re human, after all. Lemuria is a planet in what you call the constellation Orion.”
He crosses his arms and studies me. His penetrating gaze is more than I can handle, so I glance at my list of questions.
What is your main purpose in life?
“Mind if I sit?” Demir grips his fingers over the back of the chair. As the feet scrape across the wooden floor, the screech is enough to send a tingle over my shoulder. A smile pulls at his lips and the diamond stud above the edge of his mustache glints in the light. The chair squeaks as he sits. “My kind is here to win the war for our goddess Alora ensuring a barter trade for some of Earth’s water, and to protect the humans from a life of slavery.”
A heavy weight settles into my stomach. “Slavery?”
He places his hand on his knee and leans forward. “If not for the Lemurian warriors, our enemy, the Gossum would enslave the humans—force them to transport the water back to Lemuria. Their god Zedron is a bastard.”
I swallow the hard lump in my throat. My hand trembles. His gaze darts to the paper that shakes in my fingers. Next topic, please.
Who is your greatest enemy and why?
Demir stands, knocking the chair over with a loud bang. His hands clench at his sides. “Ram. Craya. He tried to kill King Noeh. I took the dart intended for the king, but ended up in a coma.”
His gaze focuses on me, his eyes turning into yellow slits, his Panthera close to the surface. “Do you know what it’s like to be trapped inside your body, unable to move?”
“N…no. Why don’t you tell me?” My words come out a whisper.
He unfurls his fingers, his body relaxing before me, but somehow, I think he’s anything but relaxed. A smirk plays across his face. “It’s not something I recommend for the weak minded. Let’s leave it at that.”
Do you think you can ever reconcile with this enemy?
He raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t respond. Ok, then…let’s keep going.
Do you have a love interest?
The briefest flinch crosses his face, and his gaze bores into me once again. “Eleanor, my dead mate. She was the perfect mated female—contrite, willing, quiet, and subservient, everything I could ask for in a mate.”
Do females fight in your war?
His brow furrows over his eyes. “Unmated females are allowed to fight. Mated females are not. That has been the ancient law for centuries.”
I squirm in my chair. “Isn’t that a bit antiquated?”
He shakes his head and places his fingers between the bridge of his nose. “You sound like Aramie, my second in command. I’ve never seen a female fight so hard to stay single.”
Even though his words are rough, a small smile tugs at his lips.
“Lemuria.” Demir raises an eyebrow. “I don’t expect you to know about Lemuria, you’re human, after all. Lemuria is a planet in what you call the constellation Orion.”
He crosses his arms and studies me. His penetrating gaze is more than I can handle, so I glance at my list of questions.
What is your main purpose in life?
“Mind if I sit?” Demir grips his fingers over the back of the chair. As the feet scrape across the wooden floor, the screech is enough to send a tingle over my shoulder. A smile pulls at his lips and the diamond stud above the edge of his mustache glints in the light. The chair squeaks as he sits. “My kind is here to win the war for our goddess Alora ensuring a barter trade for some of Earth’s water, and to protect the humans from a life of slavery.”
A heavy weight settles into my stomach. “Slavery?”
He places his hand on his knee and leans forward. “If not for the Lemurian warriors, our enemy, the Gossum would enslave the humans—force them to transport the water back to Lemuria. Their god Zedron is a bastard.”
I swallow the hard lump in my throat. My hand trembles. His gaze darts to the paper that shakes in my fingers. Next topic, please.
Who is your greatest enemy and why?
Demir stands, knocking the chair over with a loud bang. His hands clench at his sides. “Ram. Craya. He tried to kill King Noeh. I took the dart intended for the king, but ended up in a coma.”
His gaze focuses on me, his eyes turning into yellow slits, his Panthera close to the surface. “Do you know what it’s like to be trapped inside your body, unable to move?”
“N…no. Why don’t you tell me?” My words come out a whisper.
He unfurls his fingers, his body relaxing before me, but somehow, I think he’s anything but relaxed. A smirk plays across his face. “It’s not something I recommend for the weak minded. Let’s leave it at that.”
Do you think you can ever reconcile with this enemy?
He raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t respond. Ok, then…let’s keep going.
Do you have a love interest?
The briefest flinch crosses his face, and his gaze bores into me once again. “Eleanor, my dead mate. She was the perfect mated female—contrite, willing, quiet, and subservient, everything I could ask for in a mate.”
Do females fight in your war?
His brow furrows over his eyes. “Unmated females are allowed to fight. Mated females are not. That has been the ancient law for centuries.”
I squirm in my chair. “Isn’t that a bit antiquated?”
He shakes his head and places his fingers between the bridge of his nose. “You sound like Aramie, my second in command. I’ve never seen a female fight so hard to stay single.”
Even though his words are rough, a small smile tugs at his lips.