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the Izards torture chair. I must repair them.”
    His other hand began to unwind the bindings around her wrist that were basically falling off, until her burned, sliced, and bruised flesh appeared.
    “How can I not feel that?” she cried in horror, as she eyed her injured flesh. “How am I not writhing in pain?”
    “It is a product of my blood flowing through you.”
    His expression hadn’t change as she stared at her wrist.
    “Will it hurt?” she asked with a fearful tone, while she smelled her blood between them.
    What if he lost control?
    “I would not harm you again.” His arched lips flattened as he looked at her wrist. “I won’t deny this will be difficult to control.” She saw his fangs elongating past his lips, and she whimpered. “I regret frightening you.”
    His voice was a rasp, as if the words had been scratched out of his throat, while the red in his eyes grew brighter.
    “Just tell me why?” Her eyes clenched, but then she forced them open.
    “I know what it is like to be a slave.”
    His gaze had reached inside her ... unfathomable. He knew. She knew he’d known slavery personally. Even though he appeared so collected and reserved with his outer emotions—he was haunted and suffered from past wounds, which were leashed tightly inside him.
    Her breath expelled with release, as he spoke lowly, “The Duchess will think you are dead, and you will be freed on the colony’s rebel base, when we reach it.”
    Tears filled her eyes. She hadn’t dare believe it could be true.
    Freedom.
    This half-Viper, she should fear beyond all reason, had offered her life back.
    His mouth moved closer to her wrist, and she tensed again.
    “Tell me what it will be like,” Anna gasped, trying to delay.
    “I imagine you will enjoy it.” His tongue lapped outward between his fangs and it touched her injured flesh.
    Anna flinched, not believing for a minute she could enjoy it. He had to be crazy. But her gasp ended in a moan, and she’d felt as if a warm caress had tantalized her wrist. His eyelids closed and she couldn’t tell if his eyes blazed redder or not. She could only see the black sweep of his lashes against the etched bone of his light-bronze tinted cheeks.
    His fangs mesmerized her, as he carefully licked her wrist. It was so soothing and sensual. It felt like warm honey poured over her wounds, and it was beginning to make her want to purr for him.
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    E cstasy. Zyn licked more dried blood into his mouth. Intoxication.
    He drank only synthetic blood that was manipulated for the greatest effect to his DNA. It was unsatisfying, and simply a necessary action once every twenty-four hours.
    In his youth, because of discipline training by his Keeper, he’d tasted the blood types all Vipers craved. Tellurians had that blood, and so did Osoft, although theirs was not quite as desirable as humans.
    Even after all the years since he’d last tasted it, one taste of dried Tellurian blood brought him back to his youth. The hardest part in his entire breaking and retraining had been the blood.
    His eyes opened slowly and he looked down at the woman and her whispered voice. He wanted to cup her soft breasts and feel her taut nipples. Forcefully, he ignored the desire, while he continued to slide his tongue over her wounds. Even dried, her blood exploded in his mouth with the most exquisite taste. He drilled down on his raising reactions, while he slowly licked.
    He’d known denial, and he intimately knew how to deprive himself. He’d been trained by the best to ignore the thrash of desire for blood and sex, which intertwined in a Viper’s arousal.
    “Is it difficult?” she asked in a whisper.
    That she cared to find out if he suffered was unexpected.
    “The taste is desirable.” His voice was rasped again, as he’d turned her slender wrist and admitted his weakness.
    Her eyes were like melted blue pools. “It feels desirable to me too.”
    He licked her palm, cut deeply by the cruelty of the Izards.