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sat up and pulled the
blanket around him, muttering to himself about the guards and their
orders to keep the cells at such a horrible temperature.

    “ Are you cold?”
she said again and when his eyes met hers, he saw a hint of concern
in them.

    What kind of warm hearted
created was she that she cared about a male she had only just met?
None on this side of the barrier would care about someone they
hadn’t known for less than two standard Vegan years. He calculated
that in his head. By her species, she would’ve had to known him for
at least fourteen years to reach this level of concern.

    He tugged at the collar of
the tight suit beneath his looser black clothes, pulling it up his
neck until it almost reached his jaw.

    “ It is cold,”
Tres repeated but not in the same tone he had used before. This
time there was a hint of resignation in his voice that surprised
him. Perhaps it was because the guards had flatly refused his
attempts to raise the temperature.

    “ What’s that
suit you’re wearing?” She moved close to the bars and peered at the
collar now visible above his clothes. “It looks like a flight suit.
Did they capture your ship too? I didn’t see another ship in the
cargo bay.”

    Tres reached into the
pocket of his loose trousers and pulled out his one remaining
glove. He had lost the other to the commander of the ship. Proof of
capture he had called it. Sighing, Tres stared at the glove. In his
current state, there was no way that he could help the woman find
her brother and leave the ship.

    His gaze roamed back to
her, studying her face as she looked at his hands. His heart beat
and then only a few minutes later beat again. He had never felt it
race like this, not even when he had been running. Hers was
thundering by the time her eyes met his again. His beat again. When
compared with hers, it was leisurely at best, but to him it was a
giddy fast beat.

    “ It’s a thermal
suit,” he said and flexed his fingers while looking at his forearm.
His muscles shifted beneath the skintight material and the residual
heat they created was absorbed and used to warm his entire arm.
“The commander of this ship wanted to ensure I did not get it into
my head to escape so he broke it.”

    Her eyebrows rose. “But
you need heat.”

    “ He cares
little about such technicalities as that,” Tres said and slowly
stood. It took incredible effort to move his stiff limbs and
stretching was painful but rewarded him with a short burst of
heat.

    She stared at him, silent
and pensive.

    He wondered what she was
thinking behind her beautiful eyes and then remembered what he had
been thinking about before the guards had entered.

    Her. Males.

    Tres frowned at the door
to the cellblock and clenched his fists. The thought that she might
already belong to another male infuriated him and his heart beat
again, quickly followed by another. Two in as many minutes. If a
male had her, owned her, then he would fight that male for
her.

    His eyes grew wide when he
realised what he was thinking and he looked down at her. She knelt
by the bars, her hands in her lap, her eyes round and dark as she
looked up at him. He would fight for her. On this side of the
barrier, such a fight would be to the death. If her male was large,
Tres could lose, but he would fight regardless. She had him
fascinated, a slave to her, enthralled by her beauty and her
frailty. He wanted to wrap her in his arms and protect her from the
darkness of the universe. He would protect her from
anything.

    Anything.

    “ What do your
kin call you?” he said and a flicker of shock crossed her face
followed by a crimson blush that stained her cheeks. Beautiful. He
had never seen a female react to him the way she did. He had never
seen a female react like her to anyone. Were all females like this
on the other side of the barrier? What was she like compared to
them—strong, weak, loving, tender, cruel? He wanted to know. He was
so tired of being trapped on this