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of the monologue-ing urge some males experience in these situations. I prefer to state the facts and move on to the next job.
    “ Look, if your brother marries my sister—and that's such a big if I can't find the words to describe it—we'll be family. The least you can do is let me in on the details."  
    I hear clothing rustle and turn my head to listen better. But the noise has stopped, and I am forced to spin my chair to see her leaning against the bars, brown eyes intent on me. She is far from cowed by the situation.
    The least I can do, is it?
    I regard her lazily. “I am a fan of war.”
    She tilts her head. “That's...random information, but I can't say I'm surprised.”
    My arms crossed, my legs splayed, I sway back and forth in the chair. “I collect quotations on the subject. There is a particular human phrase that I am fond of: Forewarned is forearmed .” I lift my brow. “I believe arming you is the last thing I wish to do.”
    “ Seriously? You're not even going to give me a hint?”
    “ What is there to add, female? I have told you the circumstances.”
    “ But you haven't explained anything. Where did your brother meet Betty? What made him decide she's mate material? If I were you, I'd be a little worried about his mental state, by the way. Nobody would pick Betty out as wife material, unless this is that paranormal werewolf-type thing I keep reading about.”
    I blink. “What is a werewolf?”
    “ Never mind. They aren't real, but the legend says that they see their predestined mate and that's that. Instant love.” She peers at me. “So? Is that what's going on here?”
    I cannot help it; I laugh. “Predestined mate? As in, a higher being has engineered the match?” I shake my head. “Very impractical.”
    “ Focus, M'anu. You were just explaining to me what this was all about.”
    “ No,” I say as I sit forward, “I was not. There is no reason to do so. What I will do, however, is fetch the appropriate medkit to repair these little scratches you have delivered.” I stand, relishing her scowl. “When I am finished, I will retrieve a second kit for you, along with food.” I do not smile, but I let her see my amusement. It riles her, which is exactly what I intend. “It would not do to let you starve while in my custody, would it, Agmoiria?”
    She snorts, her nose wrinkling. “If this is an example of your tender loving care so far, Ferissian, I'd hate to see you angry.”
    “ Yes,” I tell her as I stride past the cage, “you would.”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
    I hook an arm through the bars and lean against it, watching the Ferissian's tight ass as he walks the catwalk and disappears down the stairs at the end. There is probably miles of machinery below him, every bit of it designed to make sure we don't blow up or otherwise die a horrible death is this vacuum.
    M'anu. Sounds kind of like Manuela, but when he says it I can feel his voice vibrating in my bones. I've got a thing for deep voices. And tall men.
    It's times like this that make me think of my ex Claire and dearly wish I'd been able to make it work with her. Not that homosexual relationships are any easier than hetero ones, but she never tossed me across a courtyard either.  
    I have got to get the hell out of here.
    I lean my forehead against the cold metal, wincing at a twinge in my bruise. He sure left his mark on me. The only thing that makes it all better is knowing I kicked his ass as best as I could. But now I've got bigger things to deal with. I am in a cage, in space, and that's obviously got to change.
    So I start unbuttoning the rest of my blouse. It's pretty dead anyway. I toss it to the smooth floor and get to untucking my tank. I've got to work quick. This is going to be 25% brainwork and 75% physical strength, and I'm under a deadline.
    I unsnap my bra, keeping one eye on the door. My nipples go instantly hard. It's freakin' freezing on this ship.
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