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and told me to touch that shape in the ellah-vaddohr. It took me far longer than I’d like, but I found the strange intersecting lines and touched the one on the panel. The doors slid closed, trapping me inside, and the entire machine shook and groaned. If I died in this moving box, I would still find a way to kill Hohddshoun for this idea. He deserved it.
    But a hand on the control panel told me everything was working as expected, so I restrained myself from breaking through the doors to escape. At least for the moment.
    As the ellah-vaddohr rose with me in it, I rubbed my eyes, the thin lenses provided by the agency gritty and irritating. Ampetheia had demanded I wear them to cover my so-called unusual eye color. Unusual on Earth, not on Xouthhgros. But I wore them without complaining…much. There was no way I could hunt with these things, though. If this mating didn’t take, if the female I was assigned to did not make my esehhnce croon after these few days together, I was going to talk my team into leaving this Earth behind. Find a hospitable planet with a more advanced technological footprint. Somewhere we could be of service. Our machinist skills were always in demand, and our hunters were lauded throughout the galaxies. We could move on.
    But first, I had to go through with this whole match process.
    The contraption came to a rough stop, and the doors opened without request. Silly machinery, really, but effective. Again, I had to hunt down a series of squiggles and lines to locate the proper door. All too soon, I stood in front of the entry to the room Ampetheia had said housed my match.
    And then I froze.
    What if this didn’t work? What if my esehhnce refused to croon for her? If the match didn’t take, I’d feel like a fool for attempting it.
    But my matched partner was behind that door, so I needed to stop stalling. I was a warrior, a hunter, and a master machinist. I had fought battles far greater than Earth had ever experienced, across galaxies they didn’t know existed. I would not be afraid of a simple female.
    With a single deep breath, I pressed my hand against the metal latch of the door. In no time, the lock popped. I almost bared my teeth and made the smile. Too easy, this place.
    I knocked twice, as I’d been told to do, and walked inside. The human woman across the room spun, her long, dark mane flying out behind her in a mesmerizing wave. And when she faced me, when her gaze met mine, I nearly stumbled back out the door. She had the biggest eyes I’d ever seen. Eyes staring right at me and framed with a deep, dark fringe of some sort of fur. Intriguing.
    But she was so small. Gentle and almost weak in her appearance. The warrior in me stood at attention, ready to protect her. Ready to keep her safe as we completed the mating dance to determine compatibility. The male in me, well, he stood at attention too, for an entirely different reason. Small, soft, and carrying a scent of sweetness, this female definitely had my attention. Still, I pushed aside the thoughts of rutting and mating and the needs my hard cock tried to burden me with and gave her one of her beings’ smiles .
    “ Klow-ee ?”
    She flinched, the act of frightened prey. Was I scaring her? I’d practiced the facial movements to bare my teeth as her kind did. Perhaps I’d gotten the move wrong. Before I could try again, the female stood a little taller and stiffened her shoulders.
    “Are you Cutlass?”
    Her quiet, sweet voice called to me, initiating a warmth through my body I’d not experienced before. Even though Cutlass was not my real name, I liked the way it rolled off her tongue. Experienced much pleasure from watching her lips form the different sounds. Something to tuck away and think over later.
    I nodded, inspecting her as she seemed to do the same. My instincts wanted me to go to her. To touch that silky looking mane, run a finger along all that smooth, golden skin. To find out how she felt under my hands. But