The Boy's Not For Sale

Kuro pursed her lips and crossed his arms over his chest.

"You heard her. The boy isn't for sale."

He spoke gruffly.

"What if we bought all of your cheese and salt?"

A hefty bag of white crystals landed on the stall countertop and AJ flinched, sensing her big brother behind her. Turok was the biggest one born out of Yilis' clutch of eggs. He was a large guy, easily near seven feet tall and covered in stripes. He had five already on his shoulders and the cream of the crop from Yilis' loins.

"These folk giving you a hard run for your money ma?"

He bent down to ask her, his snake tongue gently kissing her earlobe as he spoke.

"I don't need you all to buy me a mate!"

AJ whispered frantically, hitting her brothers rock hard chest in complaint. Though it hurt her tiny hand more than it hurt him.