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Hey – ” she began, but the words got stuck in her throat.
    The man at the door didn’t look like someone you pestered with questions. In fact, he very much looked like a guy who asked what he wanted to know and got truthful answers. Preferably deliver with a “sir” at the end.
    As he walked in like he owned the room – which was a possibility – Cora found her eyes glued to him.
    He was a Corgan warrior, that much was glaringly obvious even to someone whose job it wasn’t to know the difference. There were many giveaways. For one, he was so tall he had to slightly bow his head to fit under the frame. His mighty, broad shoulders were so wide they brushed against the sides.
    Cora’s mind was conjuring up images of the warrior simply knocking the door off the frame if it bothered him, but he didn’t seem to have come with violence on his mind.
    As hard that might have been to believe, considering his attire. His armor was dark as the night, looking like reinforced leather, even if Cora knew better. Corgan armors were incredibly light and flexible, even if they looked like the scales of an obsidian dragon. On top of that, there were two thin swords sheathed on the warrior’s back, the signature weapons of their race.
    Yet, despite the impressive bulk, his most striking feature was the eyes. Impossibly blue, shining like sapphires, staring right into her soul. Cora thought she’d seen enough of those ghostly glowing blue eyes all the Corgan warriors had to be more than accustomed to them, but this man proved her wrong. She could stare into his for days and probably not quench her curiosity.
    The warrior’s short dark hair was messy, falling over his face, but she could still see the piercing gaze observing her with interest.
    All that passed through her mind in a second and bypassed every filter to go straight to her pussy.
    The warrior scared her despite the fact she’d done nothing wrong, Cora wasn’t going to lie, but he also turned her on and not a little.
    She wiggled uncomfortably in her seat, trying to tell her body to behave.
    For god’s sake, he’s not that hot. Okay, he is, but that is not a good enough reason to maintain eye contact for more than a few seconds like a deer caught in headlights. Blink, girl. Just blink. He’s a very scary man, stop eye-fucking him.
    He seemed to be waiting for something. Cora, for her part, was praying to all the gods and spirits on Gaiya – she’d been told there were many – that he didn’t guess the effect he had on her.
    “You were saying, Lieutenant?” the warrior asked, his voice deep and soft like velvet, making Cora bite her tongue not to purr in response. “I feel like I have to warn you, the last person who hey -ed me found I don’t respond well to threats.”
    The situation would have been terrifying if there wasn’t a small smirk playing on his lips. Cora glared. If that guy was her interrogator, he would find that people who usually occupied that position didn’t respond well to being intimidated.
    “I wasn’t going to threaten you,” she said, looking right at his shining blue eyes. “I was going to ask you some pretty easy questions. Why am I here? Why are you here? And what gives you the right to keep me wherever the heck this is?”
    The warrior regarded her, seemingly not impressed at all. Cora kept waiting for him to sit and join her on the quite comfy seats, but he remained standing like sitting was too much of a luxury. Or perhaps it was to look down at her, although that was unnecessary. He was more than a head taller than her anyway.
    When she thought about it, the room she was in didn’t really seem like an interrogation chamber. It reminded her of a common room at a station. There were a few tables and cabinets, some chairs and technological equipment she didn’t know anything about.
    “You are in Gomor, let’s start with that,” the warrior said. “Isn’t that what you wanted, Lieutenant?”
    Cora was silent for a long