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stopped. “Maybe we're taking back what was originally ours.”
    “Yeah, and maybe you're nuts too,” she sneered.
    “There's always that possibility.” He and the man called Lafon shared a chuckle.
    Great, she thought, an alien with a sense of humor
    “Where did you think you were going?” he asked.
    “Home, maybe,” she bit out sarcastically.
    “This ship is your home now.”
    She couldn't believe the gall of these people. What did they want with her, and what did they expect her to do for this man they planned to give her to?
    “Who the hell do you people think you are? You can't just pick me up and give me as a gift. I demand that you take me back home.” She emphasized her statement by trying to wrench her arm free, but Lord Marcone wasn't letting go.
    “I really don't think you are in a very good position to demand anything, little one.”
    His lips twitched, and she had to stomp down the urge to slap him. Glaring at him, she growled, “You can't keep me here against my will. There is a way out of here, and I will find it.”
    The man raised an eyebrow and pulled her into one of the rooms off the hall. It appeared to be an office with a desk and some chairs, but what caught Mikayla's attention was the window that ran along the wall.
    Bitter bile rose from her stomach, and she swallowed twice to keep from getting sick. She probably would have fallen into a heap on the floor if her captor hadn't still been holding on to her arm.
    Staring out the window, she couldn't believe she was actually seeing Earth several miles below them. Somehow, they had gotten to the ship that was orbiting the planet.
    Good Lord. When he said ship, I had no idea he meant that ship.
    “As you can see, the only way off this ship is for you to jump. I would think you would find our hospitality a much more pleasant alternative.” She turned to face him and scrunched her nose in distaste. “I think I ' d prefer to jump.”
    “That is a pity.” He ran the tip of his finger down her cheek. “I was looking forward to seeing that pretty face again.”

    Her skin tingled and burned beneath his light touch. She jerked away and stared at him warily. Never in her life would she have thought a touch could burn. It had to be the alien in him. Somehow, he'd done it on purpose to upset her.
    Giving her a knowing smile, he let go of her arm and turned to leave. “Try not to lose her this time, Lafon.”
    “Yes, my lord.”
    Lafon reached to grab her arm again, but she sidestepped him. “Don't touch me.” Pulling a small handgun out of his belt, he pointed it at her. Her eyes widened, and she took a step back, her heart pounding a thunderous rhythm. Was he going to shoot her?
    “I've had enough of your stupid little games. The captain may find you amusing, but I do not. You will either move now, or you get carried there. Makes no difference to me.”
    “Fine,” she growled as she moved to go with him down the hall.
    Mikayla remained silent and concentrated on looking around. She had to figure a way off this thing. One way or another. At the end of the hall, they stepped into what looked like an elevator. The doors closed behind them with a loud swoosh, and she jumped.
    “Recreation deck,” Lafon said, and the elevator began to move. Not just up and down, but side to side as well.
    Once they came to a stop and the doors slid open, they stepped off into what looked like another world. In shock, she stood in the middle of the long hallway and looked around her.
    She guessed the width to be about twenty yards. It had light brown carpet and was decorated with trees, plants, and benches scattered all along both sides. It reminded her of a small garden path. Glancing around, she noticed the glass roof two stories above them and the stars beyond. Under any other circumstances, she would have found it quite beautiful.
    “What all is on this deck?” she asked. She needed to find out as much about the ship as possible to aid in her