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hope in hell of stopping him. She wasn’t
even certain at that moment that she would want to put up a fight with the lure
of promised pleasure was still pounding through her.
    He straightened abruptly, placing her
eye to eye with as impressive an erection as she’d ever seen.
Before she could study it as thoroughly as she wanted to, he turned
away, surreptitiously adjusted himself, and disappeared into
another room off the main room. When he returned, he held out a
folded garment.
    “ It won’t fit,” he
muttered when she took it, “but at least it won’t fall off if I
breathe on it.”
    Emerald discovered the moment she’d
unfolded it that it wasn’t his. It was far too small, she was sure,
for him to get in to.
    Smaller than Koryn.
    Small enough the certainty settled
inside her that it belonged to a woman.
    She didn’t want to examine the
unpleasant feeling that tightened her belly at the realization.
Instead, she focused on trying to figure out how to get it on. He
took it from her after a moment and showed her that the front
simply parted when he ran his hand down it. Curiosity flickered
through her, but she dismissed it, unwilling to emphasize her
ignorance. Discarding the sheet she’d been clinging to, she stood
up and stepped into it, pulling it up over her shoulders. He was
right. It was far too big.
    Tariq turned her to face him when
she’d struggled with the front for a moment, sealing the edges, and
then rolled the sleeves up until her hands were free. He left again
when she sat down to roll a cuff along the bottom of the suit legs,
returning a moment later with a pair of boots.
    The sick feeling tightened in
Emerald’s belly again, but she took the boots wordlessly and
slipped one on each foot, wondering even as she did if she’d be
able to walk in them without falling on her face. Especially since
she was still feeling the effects of the drink he’d given her … and
still weak from his kiss.
    “ Where are we going?” she
asked when he’d led her out of his quarters and into the corridor
again.
    “ Out,” he said
curtly.
    Emerald’s belly immediately clenched
with reluctance. She didn’t know why he’d suddenly become
determined to take her outside, but if he meant to set her ‘free’
in that … jungle …. She didn’t know what she’d do. Scream? Beg?
Cling?
    She didn’t want to go out at all! Not
after what she’d seen. She felt her throat close with emotion,
struggled with the urge to beg him to take her back to her quarters
as some unnamed terror clawed at the back of her mind. She was so
distressed, she didn’t realize they’d gone in an entirely different
direction than before until Tariq halted in front of what she could
see was a wide cargo door. He paused as he reached for the control,
studying her. “I’ll be with you, Emerald. I’ll keep you
safe.”
    She searched his face and felt a
modicum of calm settle over her. Nodding a little jerkily, she
turned her head as the door began to open, staring at the view that
was slowly revealed. The door halted when it was barely high enough
for her to walk beneath it and she saw a gang plank extend toward
the ground.
    Settling a hand along her waist, Tariq
urged her through the opening, bending to duck beneath it, and then
pausing to close it behind them before he walked her down. The
sights and sounds of a primitive world had pelted Emerald even as
the doors had opened. Smells joined the riot to her senses, the
musky smell of earth, and crushed and rotting vegetation. A wide
swath had been cut from the jungle at the foot of the
gangplank.
    Emerald knew immediately that it led
to the crumbling ruins she’d seen from the port and the fear she’d
refused to acknowledge pumped her heart a little faster as Tariq
guided her along the rough path. It disturbed Emerald no end to
discover that much of the vegetation seemed familiar to her,
eliminating any comfort she might have felt that there was almost
as much that wasn’t.
    None of