up in this shuttle? Had they come all the way from Earth? According to rumors, that was where the rebel leaders had run after Quinton declared them fugitives and offered a sizable bounty for each of the Nox brothers. Haven released her restraints as well, but remained seated. Danvier was much bigger than most harbingers. No wonder he felt comfortable surrounded by battle born rebels. He gave off the same take-no-prisoners vibe.
It didn’t matter. She had to distract him, incapacitate him, and then get the hells off this ship. Once they were airborne again, her window of opportunity slammed shut. She wasn’t ready to return to Earth. There were still too many unanswered questions right here on Rodymia.
So, step one, distract, engage his mind and his instincts so he wouldn’t realize what she was doing. She’d been bound with the most powerful guild master on the planet, so Javin insisted she be protected at all times. Her medi-bots had some custom functions not available to the general public.
“General Nox is elite. Why is he endangering himself for the battle born? For that matter, why are you?” It was an element of the conflict she’d never understood. Garin Nox wasn’t just pureblood Rodyte. His family line was old and extremely wealthy. And Danvier was a harbinger. Their powers were highly prized all over this star system.
Leaning his hip against the side of the pilot’s seat, Danvier narrowed his gaze. “You find no fault in the treatment of the battle born?”
“I didn’t say that. Their claims are justified. They’re treated horrendously by many. I just believe in working within a system to solve problems.” With the control she’d gained through years of practice, she summoned the medi-bots from all over her body and gathered them in her fingertips. Then she raised her chin and put more conviction in her voice when she made her final point. “War is never the answer.”
He moved toward her with slow, menacing steps. She scooted to the edge of her seat. “And when that system is run by corrupt people who care about nothing but themselves? What alternative is left but war?”
She scrambled up out of the seat, heart thudding wildly. She had to be close enough to touch him before her medi-bots could knock him out. Danvier’s tendency to prowl hadn’t seemed quite so intimidating while Vox was aboard. “I was born on Earth.” She backed away from him, knowing he’d follow. He couldn’t help it. At heart, all Rodyte males were predatory. She felt anxious and out of breath, but she wasn’t really afraid. “I have nothing to do with this conflict.”
The side wall of a storage compartment suddenly pressed against her back and the angry harbinger towered over her. He placed his hands on the wall, trapping her without actually touching her. “We’re all involved. Neutrality is no longer an option.”
Gods, he was even more impressive up close. His phitons shimmered and the grim line of his lips did nothing to distract from their sensual fullness. What would it feel like if he pressed his lips over hers and demanded her surrender with the same intensity driving his annoyance?
What in creation’s name was wrong with her? She was supposed to be escaping, not lusting after her captor. “The Integration Guild never takes sides in political conflicts.” Before he could argue, she raised her hands to his face, pressing her middle fingers against his temples. “I’m sorry. This isn’t personal.” She punctuated the apology with a deep energy pulse and watched his eyes roll back in his head.
Danvier collapsed to the floor with a resounding thud. She paused long enough to make sure he was still breathing then rushed toward the main hatch. There was no manual release as on most shuttles. “Shit,” she muttered as she activated the control panel beside the hatch. There had to be some sort of override. She navigated through the unfamiliar interface as quickly as she could, pausing frequently to