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searching for the immidoo. For a moment she thought her fingertips had brushed across its slick surface, but the Kronners had managed to place it in the one spot she couldn’t reach.
    The Ellinod shifted to a more comfortable position. He hadn’t been given anything else to wear. She got a brief glimpse of his dick and balls as big as his fists. Yes, definitely humanoid. She quickly dropped her eyes and pretended to adjust the tiny strap crossing her breasts. It barely covered her nipples, never mind the areolas.
    “I was not their target, Maurra. You were.”
    Her head jerked up and she stared at him openmouthed.
    “What are you talking about?”
    “You’re a JoJo. They weren’t interested in kidnapping me. They used me to force you to come to my rescue. That had been their intent all along.”
    She remembered how earlier the Kronners had threatened to hurt him if she didn’t comply with their orders. They knew her top priority was the safety of others. What the Ellinod was telling her made sense.
    “But why?”
    “You’re a JoJo. You represent everything that stands between them and their ill-gotten gains. They want to humiliate you in every way they can.”
    “I don’t understand.” And she still didn’t. At least, not completely. “I always have people coming after me for revenge or some other personal vendetta. It comes with the job. Why use you as bait?” She was beginning to think this situation wouldn’t be one she could easily escape. Or get out of without losing some skin and a pint or two of blood.
    The Ellinod scratched his chest, drawing her eyes to the mountain of muscle. The beast was built. Strong, solid and powerful. Someone had treated the wounds he’d received planetside and only a few reddish welts spotted his skin.
    Why would the Kronners use him as bait to catch her? His people, for all their immense size and strength, were a relatively placid race. Most of the planet was involved in mining and trading billirs, a semi-rare but beautiful stone the Ellinod prided themselves in polishing and setting into expensive pieces of jewelry. By the looks of Safan’s muscles, he must have spent some times in the mines himself. She wondered how old he was.
    “How do you know all this?”
    He snorted. “I listen. I watch. I can speak a little Kronnese.”
    Can speak a little Kronnese? Since when did Ellinod take the time to learn a planet-specific language, much less one from a race of known deviates and con artists? The universal language among traders and merchants was Varonese, the same tongue she used wherever she went.
    She glanced back at the door. Getting to her feet, she scoped out the entire area as best she could.
    “We’re the only ones here.” He moved closer to her cell.
    “We’re their only cargo? It doesn’t make sense.”
    “I think I’ve figured out why.”
    “All because of me again?”
    “You’re worth more to your enemies than you know. Especially if you’re presented the right way.” He motioned toward the hoochie brace.
    That frightened her. Had they kidnapped her because she was a JoJo, or was this personal? “So where are we headed? Back to Kronnaria?”
    “I would guess for the time being.”
    She started to ask him what he meant by that when the door opened. This time more than a dozen Kronners filed into the room. Her cell and the Ellinod’s began to move.
    Toward each other.
    She squatted, fingertips on the floor to help keep her balance. The two platforms met with a hiss and a gentle bump. The walls between them wavered and disappeared. She and Safan were now technically in one large holding pen. She eyed the little aliens circling them.
    “Let me guess. Each one of them is holding one of those neuron rays.”
    “They’re preparing the stage,” Safan murmured.
    She shot the Ellinod a guarded look. “What stage?”
    He nodded and glanced upward. “Do you see anything along the walls just below the ceiling?”
    She looked up. Every few meters,