everything. Then hands grasped her from behind, pulling her back against a hard chest. Camryn’s scream cut off midway, the throbbing silence almost worse than the high-pitched terror. With a sob, she dragged in a deep breath, struggling for air, battling to control her panic.
How had the changing man known about Gabriel? Had he read her mind? He’d said… Camryn recoiled from the thought.
Arms tightened around her. “What is it? What’s wrong?” His seductive voice sent renewed fear through Camryn. She didn’t want this, didn’t want his touch. She did not.
Camryn struggled fiercely, stomping on his instep with her heavy boots, the only item of apparel that belonged to her. The rest she’d borrowed from the warrior even if they swamped her smaller frame. “Let me go.”
The man released her, stepping back when Mogens nodded. Once free, Camryn scrambled away, scuttling like a gangly newborn foal. With wary eyes she waited for the slightest indication they’d jump her. Running footsteps from behind had her whirling about. “Don’t come near me,” she shrieked. “Stay away.”
“Hold.” The terse order from Cat Man stopped the aliens. Once his crew froze, he turned his attention on her. Those green chatoyant eyes saw too much. They tempted, made her want to touch. Spooked at the wanton desire swamping her, Camryn retreated when he prowled nearer. “Easy,” he crooned. “No one will hurt you.”
Camryn’s heart thudded. The throb inside her skull marked time. Wrong . Nothing easy about this situation. “He said Gabriel was here.” She thrust out a trembling finger and pointed at Mogens. “It’s a lie. A horrible lie.” Changing Man must have read her thoughts to learn of Gabriel’s importance to her. “He delved inside my mind…and…and plucked out Gabriel’s name. He trespassed on private thoughts.”
“I did not.” Mogens blazed pure black, violet eyes flashing like beacons in his obsidian face. “I do not read minds.” He glanced at Cat Man and his top lip curled. “Others might steal thoughts but not me.” Mogens folded his arms across his chest, the action reminding Camryn of a full stop. Changing Man seemed highly insulted at her accusation and quivered with indignation.
“Can we discuss our plan for catching the hell-horse?” the other woman crewmember asked with a trace of impatience. She strode to the control center of the ship. Camryn supposed it was the bridge.
Hell-horse? Catching the hell-horse?
Changing Man stalked past her, following the rest of the crew and leaving her with Cat Man. She pulled up a scowl and aimed it at him. “What did she mean our plan? Isn’t it in a yard, ready for me to start breaking in?” And what the hell is a hell-horse?
“My name is Ryman. My crew calls me Ry or Captain, not Cat Man.”
He slipped his arm around her waist, moving so quickly she didn’t have a chance to sidestep and ushered her through the wide doorway to join the others. His muscles flexed against her lower back, the inherent strength of him bringing a tendril of fear. Changing Man mightn’t have read her mind but this man had.
“Damn,” he cursed softly. “I didn’t mean to frighten you. Usually I can block, but you’re broadcasting so loudly it’s hard to ignore your thoughts. Once our meeting is over, go to Mogens and ask him to teach you to block thoughts. He’s taught my crew. You’ve met Kaya already. That’s Jannike, my second-in-command. Yep over there is our pilot. That’s his brother Nanu. Nanu is our engineer, and you know Mogens. This is our hell-horse trainer Camryn.”
Camryn swallowed and concentrated on the introductions instead of Ry and the heat emanating from his impressive body. The minute Cat Man touched her all the panic faded. He soothed her ragged edges with his touch. Oh she still craved a drink—badly—but he drove away other concerns. She peeked at him from between lowered lashes, unsure of how to react. Plain weird. He