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assist you from here on. This has to be your capture. Rules of the game. We just clean up the mess if you expose your alienness too much. And I don’t mean sticking your cock out and waving it about.”
    Stom ignored the crudity. Obviously Brask had been on planet for too long. “This must be false. I thought she was about to die?”
    Brask glanced over at the woman who was currently jumping up and down on one shoe heel and waggling her ass while she chatted and unloaded a tray on the counter. “Her? Willow? Yes.”
    He sat forward and squinted, even though his vision was perfect. Stom waved his hand in Willow’s direction. “She’s healthy. Perfectly. And are those clothes legal?”
    “What?” Brask stepped back to him and leaned over the table. “She’s got early Aids with an incurable variety that humans have no idea even exists. Hepatitis from a needle puncturing through her shoe on a run – she didn’t even know she did that one – and a local law breaker called Kasper is planning to murder her, possibly even torture her on the way to killing her. Is that good enough for you? It is on her file. We sample billions of medical reports, put them through an AI filter to find things human doctors miss. Then we do recon on the promising ones.” He smirked. “And yes, thank the gods, her clothes are legal here.”
    Ice washed through Stom and cracked into pieces. His mind went blank for a few seconds. Slowly he sat back until the leather upholstery of the seat back squashed under him and creaked. “I didn’t read it. The report. I thought the picture must be old. She’s…” He couldn’t lie. “Beautiful.”
    “Yes. It’s unfortunate but we can’t be curing every human of every disease they have. If you decided to win her, we cure her, we rescue her. Otherwise, no.”
    He looked up and saw the worried expression on Brask’s face. The lines on his forehead deepened. He was disturbing this Igrakk warrior? He shouldn’t be. Flip-flopping at the first sign of something unexpected, that she was an attractive creature…one he could claim as his pet, that was not the sign of a man with moral boundaries. She’s not mine.
    “I understand.”
    “Good. And good luck, even if you decide to follow through after all. Especially if you do.”
    He sensed Brask moving away but couldn’t take his eyes off the woman. So sad. Was he going to let her die? No one would replace Nasskia. It would be sacrilege. There were millions upon millions of dying humans. One more meant nothing. Surely?
    Over the next hour or two, he stayed where he was, obeying Brask’s instructions, watching her as she served drinks and cleaned tables on the other side of the room. It wasn’t until late, after the first girl left, that she came his way, and encountered the two men at the nearby table. The blond one chuckled when she picked up the glasses on their table then wiped the table down with a cloth.
    The skull-headed one leaned back and ogled her cleavage. “Hey, Willow, how about you come visit me and Turf here after closing? Out back in the car park.” He grinned. “It’s your lucky night.”
    She picked up the last glass and barely gave them a glance before weaving her way back to the bar.
    The men laughed gruffly.
    “Bitch. She looks like she’d eat you up, Turf, man.”
    Blond-haired Turf squirmed his jeans-clad butt on his chair then swigged down more of his new glass of beer. “Yeah, she will. I’m gonna make sure she chokes on my cock until she’s purple.”
    “Aww. Gee. You’re such a sweet guy. I might give her an ass fuck while you do that. Bet she’s fuckin’ tight. Her and that weird cousin of hers haven’t had dick for years.”
    Stom tried not to break the edge of the table where he held it. Kiss her. That was it. Mission done.
    I’m not interfering in her affairs.
    After half an hour or so, the two men left and he relaxed a little. Maybe they were merely boasting and nothing to do with this fate of hers?