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Between the nobles out to take the throne, and the
impending threat of invasion, it would be disastrous for me to split my
attention even further.” He cupped her face in his large palm and searched her eyes.
“Please tell me you understand, Jessica.”
    Jessica felt like she had been hit with a bucket of ice
water. She blinked her eyes rapidly to keep the angry tears at bay and choked
on the bitter rejection that threatened to burn her alive. Knocking his hand
away from her face, she answered coldly, “So what exactly is it you want me to agree
to, Korian? That you can’t have me, so no one else can, either? Fuck that. I’ll
make no such promises, and you’re in no position to dictate what I do with my
own body. You may have me prisoner here for the next month, but I am still free
to decide who I give myself to. If I want to go out and screw every one of my
warriors, I will do so if I choose.” She ignored his thundercloud expression
and continued, “I’ll play the part you want me to play, and I’ll do my best to
achieve your goals, but the rest of my time is my own and I’ll do whatever I
want and see whomever I please, and if you dare try to stop me, I will make you
regret that you ever laid eyes on me.”
    She turned on her heel and stalked away, pausing only long
enough to pluck the flower from her hair and toss it at his feet. Thankfully,
the door panel opened at the press of her palm and she fumed and cursed his
name all the way back to her room.

CHAPTER FIVE
     
    Korian grunted with effort as he pummeled the training bot
until it fragmented beneath his bloody knuckles and did not rise again. Sweat
poured down his body and he swiped it irritably out of his eyes as he kicked at
the pile of broken and splintered parts that disintegrated under the wrath of
his fists. Even with his muscles screaming and his breath heaving in and out
like bellows, he still felt the overwhelming need to punish and destroy. What
he really wanted was Zandar Nic’Omar broken and bloody at his feet instead of
the training bot, but he just as quickly dismissed the idea as it floated
through his mind. Zandar was a faithful warrior and lieutenant of his flagship, The Ax’Sandre , and the king could not allow his petty jealousy to
tarnish his feelings for his brother in arms.
    Instead, he wiped his face down with a towel, and shouted,
“Command, initialize another training bot.”
    A computerized male voice replied, “Affirmative.
Additionally, Captain Mikael R’Varsel requests an audience and awaits your
decision.”
    Korian lowered his eyebrows in consternation, but then his
expression cleared. “Command, terminate request for training bot and grant
entrance to Captain R’Varsel to the training room.”
    He grinned as the panel slid open to allow the tall, muscled
warrior entrance. Though similar in coloring to Korian, the Captain was several
inches taller and narrower of shoulder, yet his body was still corded with
muscle. His hair was shorn closer to his scalp and his face sported a trim and
roguish beard that did little to hide his scowl and foul mood. Even though
Korian could tell that his old friend wasn’t happy to be there, he still paused
to clasp his hand to his heart in the warrior salute and Korian returned it
automatically.
    “Though the hour is late for a visit, your timing is
opportune, old friend,” Korian greeted the other male. “I find myself in need
of a sparring partner.”
    Mikael cast his gaze at the remains of the broken training
bot and arched his eyebrow. “I am of a mind to take you up on your offer, my king,
especially since I was roused from my bed by my angry lifemate.”
    Even though Korian knew what prompted this visit, he decided
to play ignorant. “She must not have been too angry, or you would likely be
headed to the medi-unit instead of barging into my home in the middle of the
night,” he taunted the older man.
    Mikael growled his reply as he stripped off his shirt and
began to twist