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me, you would pray for death if that was the case.”
    “I don’t want to be owned by anyone!” Maya snapped.  “I’m not a piece of meat to be passed around by a bunch of thugs!  I want to go home!”
    “We all want things that we can’t have,” Vron said in a world-weary voice.  He frowned and suddenly looked up at her.  His silver eyes speared her for a split-second and her heart did a flip-flop.  Damn!  Why was he having such an intense effect on her?    
    “I’ve just realised, I don’t know your name,” Vron said.
    “Does that really matter?” Maya snapped, feeling a flush of anger at how she was turning to jelly in his presence.  “I’m just your property, aren’t I?  You can call me whatever you like!”
    “Please, just tell me your name.  There is no need to be antagonistic.”
    The respectfulness of his tone now made her guilty for snapping.  She fumed at how easily he was manipulating her feelings.  “My name’s Maya,” she said, softening her voice.  “Maya Callahan, for what it matters.”
    “Maya,” he repeated the name, and the sound of it in his deep, rich voice made her tingle.  “It is a beautiful name.”
    She resisted the urge to thank him.  He might be all old world charm and gentlemanly manners now but it didn’t change the fact that he was still her captor, and men were jerks no matter where in the universe they came from. 
    “It’s just a name,” Maya said with a shrug.  “You’re called Vron, right?”
    “Right,” he said.  “Please, could you straighten your leg and I’ll take off the wrapping.”
    She did as she was instructed and his long fingers began untying the blood soaked material round her wound.  The throbbing pain was counteracted by his soft touch.  “Vron,” she repeated this time.  “You have a second name, Vron?”
    “We don’t have second names the way you have in Earth culture.  I am named after my tribe which is called the Yu Shaj.”
    Though she already hated this planet with vengeance, they sure did have pretty sounding and exotic names.  “I see, and what’s the name of this place?”
    “Raja-kell, but didn’t the slavers tell you that?”
    “I know the name of your world, but what is the name of that city out there?” Maya elucidated. 
    She had figured that if she couldn’t physically escape then she might find some kind of deep space communication device somewhere in this creepy joint.  If she could make contact with a passing ship or nearby friendly outpost or planet she’d need to know where she was for a potential rescue party.
    “The city is called Blood-ui-Krarn, the Throne of the Blood God,” Vron explained, pausing in his unwrapping of the makeshift bandage.
    At the mention of the giant head suspended above them she went cold all over.
    “The Blood God, that . . . thing floating above the palace, you worship it?”
    “The Blood God is the heart of Raja-kell,” Vron responded flatly.  “He guides all our destinies.”
    “But it’s not a real god?” Maya asked edgily.  “It can’t be . . . can it?”
    “It is not advisable to discuss what the Blood God is or isn’t,” Vron said in a voice of thunder. 
    “To do so, earns instant death on this world and I have already only just managed to save your life once today.  I doubt I’ll have the good fortune to do it a second time.”
    Maya fell into a sullen silence, knowing this line of questioning was getting her nowhere. 
    Vron continued removing the material from around her bare leg and she winced as he pulled it from the crusty mess of dried blood.  As soon as it was off, he opened a jar from his medical kit and smeared his fingers into the pale blue goo inside it.
    He smeared it into the wound and the fresh blood coming out of it was absorbed by the strange substance.  A cool sensation ran up her leg and the pain quickly dissipated.
    “What is that stuff?” she asked.
    “It is the sap from the ayuliop plant,” Vron said