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their rooms and sold on the dark market, but had never thought it could happen to her.
    She glanced out the porthole at the flashing neon outside. People scurried from building to building. Dora waved her arms and shouted, forgetting that you could only see one way through the thick, soundproof glass. She turned back to face the threat.
    The shadow grew, filling the room. “For Goddess sake, Cooper, do something!”
    Cooper trembled and the color drained from his face, as Fallon stepped through the doorway, chest heaving, veins bulging and horns lowered like some sexy demi-god beast. He inhaled deeply and let out what sounded like a snort. His yellow eyes narrowed as they locked on Cooper’s half-naked form and his muscles tensed.
    “Fallon, don’t!” Dora yelled, but there was no stopping him.
    He crossed the room in two strides and grabbed Cooper by the throat, yanking him off the pallet.
    “Get out!” Fallon growled.
    Cooper seemed to finally snap out of his shocked stupor. “What do you think you’re doing? Release me this instant or I’ll call the Authority.” He struggled, attempting to break Fallon’s grasp.
    Fallon laughed in his face. “Do I look like I care about the Authority? Call them.” He tossed Cooper into the waiting arms of his crewmates. “Lex, you’re up.”
    A fair-haired man stepped forward and looked into Cooper eyes. He whispered something Dora couldn’t hear. A second later, Cooper slumped in his arms. Was he dead?
    “What in caldron fires is wrong with you?” Dora shouted. “You can’t just barge into a room and kill someone.”
    Fallon stepped into her space, blocking her view of Cooper and the other men. Heat poured off his body as he crowded her and a rich spicy scent emanated from his skin. “I can. And I have.”
    Who was this man? He was a stranger.
    A stranger that made Dora’s heart race with excitement and her lower lip tremble with fear.
    Fallon’s gaze locked on her mouth and his eyes widened. “Don’t!” He swallowed hard.
    The barked command only made her lip tremble worse. Had Dora not been watching him so closely, she wouldn’t have seen Fallon flinch. She also wouldn’t have glimpsed the pain roiling beneath his angry exterior. Maybe there was more to this arrogant Morean than she thought.
    “Your lover will be fine,” he muttered, then nodded to his crew. They lifted Cooper off his feet and carried him into the hall, then pulled the broken door back into place as they left.
    “His name is Cooper,” she said.
    “His name is unimportant,” he snarled.
    In all the years she’d known him, Fallon had only lied to her one time. She didn’t think he’d lie about this, especially after seeing the look on his face when he had Cooper by the throat. Fallon had wanted to kill him. If Cooper was dead, he’d tell her.
    Her anger ignited. “Explain yourself!” Dora put her hands on her hips to hide the quivering and glared at him. “You have no right to be here. You were not invited.”
    All Fallon wanted to do was kill the man, especially now that he knew how much Cooper meant to Dora. He could still smell the male’s scent in her room, on her pallet. The stench seemed to be in every breath he took. It stroked his fury, fueled his rage.
    Why him? Why take him into her bed, into her body? Fallon belonged there. Not some weak male who didn’t even have the decency to fight for her when challenged.
    It didn’t matter that Fallon hadn’t given him the chance. What if it hadn’t been him at the door? What if it had been someone else? Another slaver?
    Anything could be happening to Dora right now. The thought terrified him. It was a good thing that his crew had taken the man away or Fallon would’ve hurt him.
    “Are you going to explain what you’re doing here?” Dora asked. “I don’t appreciate having my plans interrupted.”
    Fallon’s lip curled in disgust. “If a male isn’t willing to fight for you, then he doesn’t deserve to bed