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the same color as its petals.”
    “Oh,” she mouthed softly.
    His chest was so close she could kiss it. She would have, had the male with the scar not lifted her hand and drawn it up to his lips. As he planted a kiss upon it, the blue-eyed one snarled at him, startling Sara. She was used to the rough and hard streets of Panciline, but even Panciline with its reputation of ill and notorious crime problems lacked men of this stature.
    She could have sworn she saw the scarred man’s teeth lengthen, his incisors resembling that of the katanie wolves that inhabited the outer regions of Panciline. The animals had been trained by the Galactic Star Union guards to attack on command. She’d always had a healthy fear of the katanie wolves. With a gasp, she backed up, the blue-eyed man’s hand still caught in her hair. It pulled. She whimpered.
    He released her hair at once, his hand coming to her cheek. He looked at a loss for words and she wondered how many times in this warrior’s life that he’d ever said he was sorry. Her guess, not many. She nearly told him the words for which he was searching, but held her tongue. If she angered him there was no telling what could happen. He could hurt her or give her back to the traders. They’d kill her.
    The males near Teon said something, but Sara didn’t hear what. She couldn’t look away from the blue-eyed warrior. He lowered his hand from her face.
    The one with the scar—that did nothing to take from his sex appeal—grinned. The smile just missed reaching his eyes. “Jaston, already you harm her. You know this is against every code we have.”
    Jaston.
    What an interesting name.
    Sara licked her lips, unsure how much she should intervene between the alpha males. Still, she needed to right the spoken wrong. It was her nature. “He didn’t hurt me.”
    “You lie,” said the one with a scar. He eyed her. “You are very pale. Have they not sun on your planet?” He poked her rib. “And you are very thin. Have they not food?”
    Sticking her chin out, she felt her natural defiance come to the fore. She narrowed her gaze on him and he tipped his head back and laughed, clearly amused by her ire. The sound of his laugh was rich and deep. He motioned to Jaston, the muscles in his arms flexing as he did. “This one is full of the same fire her hair is made from. I choose her.”
    Sara froze.
    Jaston growled, the sound just like the katanie wolves. “ I choose her. She is to be mine , Malock.”
    Every ounce of her being screamed at her to run, to get away, that she stood between dangerous and deadly, albeit both hunky to look upon.
    Malock shrugged. “You think to purchase her. I plan to collar her.”
    Collar me?
    The fear that had been coursing through her dissipated. Sara put her hands on her hips, her stubborn streak flaring in its full glory. “Collar me? Like a dog?”
    “Dog?” Malock questioned, seeming confused at her wording.
    “Canine,” said Jaston. “The domesticated ones many of the inner planets inhabited by humans have.”
    Malock seemed amused by this. His dark eyes twinkled with daring desire. “Perhaps. I do so like my women on all fours and obedient. Will you come when called?”
    The man was intolerable. She was fast beginning to change her mind about finding someone to purchase her instead of going to the corrections facility, or even to her death at the hands of the traders. Rage rushed through her. Sara had been still one second and the next she thing knew, she lurched at Malock, intending to remove the smug smile from his face. A strong arm caught her around the waist and held her to an equally powerful frame.
    “Be still, yalenise. He goads you to get a rise from me,” stated Jaston, his lips to her ear.
    Heat surged in her body. She gasped and then put both hands upon his forearm. He had her in an ironclad hold and oddly enough, she liked it. Her sex moistened and he drew in a deep breath, as did Malock.
    “She is wet for us,” said