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her mouth, coated in sticky
black liquid, and she pulled a face of pure disgust. Seeing that
she was going to refuse him again, he waited for her to open her
mouth and then pushed the pack into it. One squeeze and she was
gulping it down in a desperate attempt to stop herself from
drowning. He wasn’t normally so rough with the captives but he
wanted to get away from her before he experienced anything remotely
close to what he had felt on seeing her soft pink tongue sensually
stroke the pack.

    When she choked, he pulled
the pack from her mouth. She glared up at him through her hair, her
eyes black and full of hatred. Good. Perhaps she would learn to be
more cooperative and then he wouldn’t have to be around her as
much.

    Kosen checked the protein
pack to make sure that she had eaten it all and then pushed the
crate back against the wall of the small dark room. When he reached
the door, he stopped and looked back at her. She was watching him,
her eyes wide in the dim light. Her silver hair had fallen down her
front, cascading over the tight flight suit and spilling across her
cleavage. Her lips parted as though she wanted to say something.
Whatever it was, it would probably ruin this momentary illusion of
beauty before him.

    This fleeting feeling of
attraction.

    Closing his eyes, he
turned and walked out of the door. He pressed the panel to close it
and then his fingers danced across the pad, punching in a
combination of symbols that would seal the door to any but him. He
could easily justify what he was doing. She needed rest and as the
ship’s tactician and doctor, he had a right to lock her away. If
Sasue were to visit her, he didn’t know what would happen. Sasue
had a thing for innocence. It lured him like a Polaris moth was
drawn to fire and ended just as badly, at least for the
innocent.

    He couldn’t risk anyone
harming her.

    No.

    He wouldn’t let anyone
harm her.

    ****

    Chapter
3

    The young man was back. He
sat in the corner, just in the shadows. Miali could make out his
silhouetted figure and the computer pad he held lit his face. What
was he was doing? A mocking voice at the back of her mind said that
he was probably writing down her vital statistics and figuring out
how much she was worth.

    Was she worth the death of
all those people on her ship? Surely, it would have benefited these
people to sell those men too? It didn’t make any sense.

    Unless their ship wasn’t
large enough to keep all of them captive. Her cell was small, the
walls on either side only a few feet from the tips of her
outstretched hands. It seemed a little longer than it was wide, but
not by much.

    “ Are you
feeling better today?” the man said. He was looking at
her.

    Her eyes met his. The
light of the computer screen made his skin pale blue. His black
eyes held hers. Every moment from their last meeting flashed across
her eyes—every brush of his body against hers. Her hair shifted.
She cursed it when the man’s gaze moved to it and then cursed
herself for thinking about the strange way that she had felt when
he had been close.

    He stood and walked over
to her, reaching around behind him. His movements drew her
attention to his tight black flight suit and the belt that circled
his narrow waist. The suit left nothing to the imagination. He was
all lithe muscle, hard and compact. He pulled a device out and ran
it over her.

    “ Where are you
from?” he said as he methodically scanned her body and then her
hair. It was behaving itself. She thanked Iskara and then cursed
again when he brushed his fingers through her hair and it reacted.
It hadn’t reacted to a male’s touch in years. Why did it have to
react to him, now, when she needed to remain incognito?

    She didn’t like him. This
man had murdered people that she knew. He might have killed
Eryc.

    “ Lyra,” she
said. It wasn’t a lie but it wasn’t the answer that he was looking
for either. He ran the device over her again and then frowned at
the