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“I will bid for her.”
    The Prince Consort’s eyes became wide as saucers and Maya had a feeling she looking equally shocked.  Her mind whirled at these sudden turn of events and she wasn’t sure whether she wouldn’t prefer death over slavery.
    “You want this little firecracker, Vron?” the Prince Consort asked in a surprised voice.  “You never take part in the slave auctions.”
    There was a pregnant pause before Vron answered.  “She . . . interests me.  My bid will be six thousand rubies.  I doubt you will get a better offer.”
    “No, that is most generous sire,” the slaver captain said gleefully.  “She’s yours for that price.”  He shot an anxious look at the Prince Consort.  “With your permission of course, your Excellency.”
    “I give my permission,” the Prince Consort chortled.  “You always continue to surprise me, Vron.  I was beginning to worry it had dropped off.  You can have your buxom beauty with my blessing.  Now captain, if you have finished being humiliated, let us continue the auction, shall we?”
    With a sweep of his cape the Prince Consort marched back towards the watching Blood Sharks, with the slaver captain hurrying after him like an obedient mongrel.  Maya and Vron were left standing alone next to the flying bike.
    “If I let you go do you promise not to run off again?” Vron asked in a flat voice.
    Maya swallowed hard, still tingling at his body against hers.  She knew she had to escape, but this moody, powerful man exerted an irresistible power over her.  She was too tired and confused to resist.
    “I won’t try anything,” she said stiffly.
    “Good.  Because if you did you’d be hacked down in minutes by the guards and I would have wasted a season’s salary for nothing.”
    He let her ago abruptly and she spun round, shooting him a sharp look.  The ghost of a smile vanished from his lips a fraction too slow for her to miss.  Swiftly though, his expression became serious and grim again.  His stormy, silvery eyes brushed over her face and she felt her chest tightening.  His gaze moved down to her leg.
    “That wound will have to be seen to,” he said flatly.
    She frowned at him in confusion, completely forgetting the wound she’d obtained in her wild escape attempt.  She looked down and saw that the blood smeared her leg and had oozed between her toes.  Without a word, Vron ripped a strip of material from his uniform sleeve and kneeling down he tied it round the wound as a crude tourniquet.
    Maya stared down at the top of his head, painfully aware that she wasn’t wearing any panties.  Finished with the leg, he stood up abruptly almost brushing against her again.  Her skin tingled at his closeness and she couldn’t help from shuddering.
    “That should check the bleeding for a little while,” he said in a serious tone, seemingly oblivious to the effect he was having on her.  “I’ll attend to it when we get inside.”
    “Inside?” Maya asked numbly.  “You mean in the ziggurat?”
    “The palace,” Vron corrected.  “Yes, we’re going in there, unless you want to stay out, here being ogled for the rest of your life?”
    “No,” Maya said.
    Vron gave her a curt nod.  “Good.”  He hesitated, and gave her a hooded look.  “Come on then.  Do you want me to help you walk?”
    The thought of having his hands touching her again was too much to cope with.  Her hormones were already doing crazy cartwheels.  “No,” she said defensively.  “I can walk on my own.”
    Vron nodded.  “Good,” he said again in a clipped voice.  “Come.”
    He turned his back on her and started walking briskly toward the palace.  Surprised at his apparently trust in her to follow, she did just that.  Any thoughts of escape right at this moment disappeared. 
    She would have to come up with another strategy when she’d learnt more about this mysterious Vron character.  The thought both frightened and excited her.
    The flagstones were