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waitress
asked as Dro Tar pivoted, leaving her no choice but to step
back.
    “He just needs to sleep it off. Thanks for
your help.” She maneuvered Evan away from his rescuers and started
across the dining room. Heads turned and conversations hushed. They
reached a man who gaped comically. “Haven’t you ever seen a drunk
alien before?” She intentionally projected her voice across the
room. The man smiled and people returned to their plates piled high
from the buffet.
    She half led, half dragged him to the
nearest elevator and leaned him against the wall as the car began a
rapid ascent. “You look like shit.” His skin was so pale it was
almost gray and the rotation of his eyes had nearly stopped.
    “Kiss me,” he whispered in Ontarian as his
eyelids drooped.
    He wasn’t asking for affection, she
understood what he needed. Framing his face with her hands, she
covered his mouth with hers. Warm yet lax, his lips didn’t move at
first. She leaned closer, pressing her breasts against his chest,
willing him to respond. “Do it.”
    His lips parted and his arms wrapped around
her back. He tilted his head, fitting his mouth more tightly to
hers. Tingles erupted deep in her belly, curling and building. She
arched, pushing her fingers into his hair.
    Night after endless night, she’d dreamed of
his taste, longed for the urgent demand always evident in his
touch. No one affected her like Evan. No one understood what she
craved. This isn’t sex! He needs energy. There is nothing more
to it than that .
    His tongue traced her lower lip, encouraging
her to open wider without delving deeper. The gathering increased,
tingles spiking from pleasure to pain and back to pleasure. He took
from her carefully, his embrace growing stronger as she relaxed
against his chest.
    Memories flared, lips pressing, sliding over
naked flesh. Hands caressing, stroking, grasping as he moved
between her legs. She’d never experienced anything as intense as
making love with Evan; which made his betrayal unbearable.
    Tearing her mouth away from his, she stepped
back, out of his arms. The elevator door slid open and she rushed
out into the cool corridor. He moved soundlessly, but she sensed
him behind her. Tension arced between them, a festering wound
unattended for fifteen cycles.
    “Why are you here?” His tone was much
stronger now.
    “To save your ungrateful ass.” She didn’t
turn around. “Do you have the journal?”
    He grabbed her upper arm and brought her up
short. “Who sent you after me?”
    “Who do you think?” She glared over her
shoulder, twisting her arm out of his grasp. “Keep your paws off
me. This is strictly business.” He said nothing more as she marched
down the hallway. She’d expected an emotional reaction to seeing
him again, but this was ridiculous. The ache in her chest made each
breath painful.
    She opened her door with a cardkey and
stepped inside. He ducked in half a second before the door slammed
in his face. “How did you find me? I closed the portal before I
locked on to a destination. There’s no way Malos could have known
where I went.”
    “Then it stands to reason Malos didn’t send
me.”
    He sighed, his lips thinning as tension took
control of his expression. “If you want me to explain what happened
back then, I’ll—”
    “Don’t bother,” she snapped. “It’s ancient
history.”
    “You won’t let me explain, but you’re
determined to be angry. This is sure to be pleasant.”
    She faced him, arms folded over her chest,
unable to do more than glare. Thick golden hair framed his face in
messy waves. Their liplink transfer had restored a healthy cast to
his skin. Distinct lines bracketed his mouth, accenting the sensual
fullness of his lips. Bracing herself for her body’s reaction, she
looked into his eyes.
    Her heart fluttered and a slow, melting
sensation curled from her breasts to her feminine core. So damn
predictable. All he’d ever had to do was look at her to get her
blood