Zoe Pierce was forty-three years old the day she was completely marked.
To be honest, at that age on Earth, she would have been considered an older mother.
But in an interstellar society where the average lifespan was 150, this age was squarely in one's prime.
Her appearance had changed slightly. Zoe Pierce had taken a look and noted that she had simply matured. The youthful innocence in her eyes had been replaced by a touch of alluring charm.
Though they were all busy, Nathan Lockwood and the others never missed a chance for intimacy.
Or perhaps it was because they spent more time apart than together, but whenever one of them was with her, they always had endless things to say.
And far too much intimacy.
The first few years were the wildest. Unmarked, she was like a lamb thrown to the wolves.
The Xenobeast Tide wasn't so intense back then, and she was relentlessly pursued by them every day.
