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felt like a brick wall. Stunned, she would have fallen flat on her butt again, if the wall hadn't reached out and grabbed hold of her arm to steady her.
    She gulped, trying to recapture the wind that had just been knocked from her chest, and snagged hold of the first thing she could to keep her balance. It was hard and unyielding, and she quickly realized it was an arm. A huge arm. Her fingers didn ' t come anywhere near encircling it all the way.
    Her appraisal took in the massive biceps and the wide chest attached to it. He had on the same jacket as the other soldier. The material felt thick and woven, like wool beneath her fingers, but what had her heart pounding was the concrete beneath it. The man was built like a rock. She pushed against him, but the behemoth wouldn't budge.
    “Damn it, let go of me.” She shoved one last time, emphasizing her words, but to no avail. He refused to loosen his grip.

    With a huff of exasperation, she looked up and found herself staring into the face of one of the most gorgeous men she had ever seen.
    She froze, unable to take her eyes off him. Extremely thick, long white hair framed a face she could only describe as chiseled perfection. Black lashes framed beautiful eyes the color of storm clouds that at first held a look of confusion and then twinkled with amusement.
    He had a masculine face, with strong cheekbones and a cleft right in the middle of his chin. His lips were full and turned up at one corner in a slight smile.
    Mikayla was tall for a woman, but she felt like a child standing next to him. The top of her head came just to his shoulder, which made him at least six feet five inches.
    His gaze raked over her in a way that sent chills down her spine. Well, it’s official: even aliens are pigs.
    He tugged on her elbow, pulling her closer. She stiffened as the heat from his body seeped into hers. She inhaled his slight musky scent and fought the urge to breathe deeper. Never in her life had someone rendered her speechless with just a look.
    He grinned, and she swallowed down a sudden surge of panic. Raising her chin a notch, she sent him a challenging glare. She had no idea what he intended, but whatever it was, she wouldn ' t take it lying down. A sudden image of her beneath him flashed through her mind, and she inwardly groaned. Okay, bad analogy.
    “Lord Marcone,” Mikayla's abductor said.
    She turned her head to see the out-of-breath soldier behind her. He straightened from a perfunctory bow, obviously in deference to the man holding her. Propping his hands on his hips, he shot her a look of disdain. His glare darted to the man he'd called Lord Marcone, and turned to a look of uncertainty.
    “Did you lose something, Lafon?” the man holding her asked with obvious amusement.
    Mikayla's breath caught in her throat at the sound of his deep, husky voice. Of course a man of his size would have a voice like that.
    “Yes, my lord. I'm sorry. I only turned my back for a second. I'll know better next time.” Lafon glared at her, and in a fit of rebellion, she glared back.
    The man holding her immediately switched to a different language, and she frowned. Why? Were they saying something they didn't want her to hear? The more she listened, the angrier she became.
    Stomping a foot, she once again tried to pull her arm from his grasp, without success. She scowled up at the man who held her prisoner. “If you're going to talk about me, the least you can do is speak in English. I know you can.”
    “All right,” the tall man with the white hair replied.
    Mikayla blinked, surprised he had actually obeyed her request. “How is it that you speak English so well?”
    “Your English is our Rhinarian.”
     
     

     
    “What?” She frowned. “You can ' t be serious.”
    “Why? Because that would mean somewhere in the distant past, your people were once my people?”
    Mikayla shook her head. “If that's the case, then why are you invading?” The gorgeous man grinned, and her heart