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female’s plush lips pursed and released, while her eyes showed confusion.
    Then he added in a voice now under control and devoid of emotion. “For sex with you. How much?”
    Zyn saw her palm coming, and he didn’t move. It hit the side of his face with a surprising sting, while her body stiffened beneath his. He’d not thought she could have enough strength to cause him pain, but he was glad for it.
    “Get off of me!” she hissed, and anger churned in her blue eyes as she shoved on his chest.
    Zyn allowed the movement of being pushed away from her temptations, while he let the rejection shrink his erection. He’d made the mistake once of offering money for sex with a waitress who had seemed to pay particular attention to him. Her anger had been swift and final.
    Then his second in command at the time, Arthur, had advised him that money was for whores, not nice females who wanted a date. Zyn had been confused, because he’d seen Arthur offer money many times, but Arthur had explained that he preferred whores.
    So Zyn had calculated what his Tellurian’s reaction might be to the offer of money.
    “I’d never have sex with you!” Her voice burned with distaste.
    Zyn stood, not looking at her. His decision had been accomplished, and he felt some relief, while the subtle panicked feelings he’d had were beginning to leave him. Her wrists had been the worst of her outer injuries; the rest would heal as his blood flowed through her. He would not lick her again and tempt that half of him that wanted to see her as a delicacy to feed on with his fangs and his erection.
    His spine was rigid and his face immobile.
    He wasn’t surprised, a second later, when her small form had rushed past him toward the door. It was as far as she’d gotten, where she tugged on the lever to open the door, without budging it.
    “I’ll go back to her,” she gasped. “Back to the Duchess!”
    Zyn’s lips flattened and his eyes drew to slits. Perhaps he’d not realized how fully he had insulted her.
    “I’m leaving,” he told her calmly. “You may keep the room without me in it, until the Duchess is off the ship.”
    He turned his gaze lower from the temptation of her naked breasts, however then the attraction of her belly button and the soft muscles lower on her bare abdomen above her short skirt tried to entice him. Lower still her bare and shapely legs drew his gaze. He nearly cussed, and that shocked him, because of the emotion it had showed.
    He reached to the side, while she watched him as though he were a predatory animal about to leap. He grabbed his shirt and a tac-pistol, then he stepped toward her and she scampered back along the wall. He punched in the code to open the door.
    “The code is Freedom,” he told her. “However, I suggest you not leave here until after we land at the colony.”
    She parted her full lips as if she was about to say something, but he walked through the open space from the door retracting, without letting her speak.

Chapter Four
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    A nna fell back against the wall as the door hissed shut behind Zyn. He was half Viper and a nasty man, she tried to tell herself.
    “It’s that damn blood of his making me feel—” Her fingers clenched into fists “—feel as though I insulted him, when he was the one that insulted me.”
    “I have money.”
    Zyn’s words had strafed her. She might have been an indentured servant and no better than a slave, but she’d never been a willing whore. Still, she couldn’t help wondering what had changed so suddenly with her fanged rescuer. She’d caught flashes of desire on his face and had heard it in his voice. Small bits, but they’d still been there, then he’d grown hard and emotionless again.
    He was an enigma. Why had he saved her? Why hadn’t he just taken the sex from her that he’d wanted? She couldn’t have stopped him. Why simply leave and give her his space, because she had demanded it?
    “He left like a—” She hated