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man uttered a guttural snarl and thrust her aside. Pam’s first impulse was to run. Before she could flee, he grasped her hair and jerked her around to face him. In a better position to fight, she thrust her knee up, slamming it between his legs with as much force as she could possibly muster. She expected him to buckle over, and she readied her stance to better introduce her knee to his nose, but the man didn’t bend forward. Instead, he held her at arm’s length and backhanded her across the jaw, sending her flat to the ground.
    Before she could recover from the pain and shock of the attack, he fell on top her and pinned her to the ground with his body while he caught both her wrists in one of his hands. He jerked her arms above her head. Even though they were hidden in the shadows of the surrounding shrubs, Pam could make out enough of his features to recognize him as one of the men Kord had called a Krell.
    She opened her mouth to scream, but he cut her short with another brutal slap to the face. There was so much strength in the blow she feared one direct hit from his fist would probably kill her. He snarled vicious-sounding words while his free hand fumbled low between their bodies, searching beneath his robe.
    Pam immediately realized his intentions. She whimpered in terror while she struggled to fight him off, but the larger, heavier alien had her completely subdued. At least she couldn’t understand what he said. Rape was horrific enough, but listening to the alien bastard gloat about it would only intensify her very real nightmare.
    He gave a final jerk, and there was a ripping sound. The man uttered a satisfied grunt before he fumbled between her legs. His cold fingers clawed at the front of her thong, shredding it. He shoved one of her thighs aside, exposing her sex. An instinctive scream of sheer terror burst from her throat as she renewed her struggles, figuring he wouldn’t stop what he was doing to hit her again.
    His clammy hand abruptly released her thigh, and Pam shut her eyes. She winced, anticipating the blow, but it never came. Instead, there was a loud menacing growl. A second later, the weight of his body left her. She was free. Her eyelids flew open just in time to see Kord slice one forearm across the man’s neck. In the darkness, the blood gushing from the deep wound appeared pale bluish-white, a shade darker than the alien’s freakish hair.
    Her barbarian snarled something at the dying alien, which Pam would have given anything to understand. She hoped he’d said something more meaningful than, “Take that, you alien piece of shit.”
    Kord had arrived just in time to stop the man from raping her. He’d saved her, but what would he do now? She stared at his arms, gaping in terror at the sight of the white blades, which were smeared with the strange-colored blood. If the sight wasn’t enough to make her tremble in fear, his fierce expression clinched it. He sucked in heavy breaths as he glared at her. Even in the shadows, she could see his eyes glistening with murderous fury.
    “Don’t kill me,” she pleaded while scrambling backward, mindlessly trying to put some distance between them. He tracked her movement, but didn’t make a move. “I won’t tell anyone what happened. I promise. Just let me go.” She’d say anything at that moment if it meant she could get away and forget all about what she’d seen.
    “Sandra.” His tone was quiet and soothing. “Safe,” Kord said. “No go.”
    Safe? No go? Did that mean he wasn’t going to kill her?
    She hesitated in her crablike retreat and watched warily as he spread his arms wide, giving her a clear view of his weapons. Suddenly, as if by magic, the blue-stained white blades seemed to disappear, but Pam saw right where they went—back inside his forearms. Oh, shit. He’s some kind of alien X-man. At that point, she was too petrified to move.
     
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    The last thing he ever wanted to do was frighten her. Now his female was