his expression. She refused to figure out what it meant.
He had to be taking her to Earth. It was the only destination that made sense, but what did the rebels hope to accomplish by kidnapping her? Without being there to guard the secret, it was only a matter of time before the IG realized what she’d done. And without Javin’s reputation to protect her, she really was helpless. At least as long as the current power structure remained in place.
“I’m pretty sure I know where we’re going,” she told him. “Can you tell me why you’re taking me to Earth?”
One corner of his mouth quirked in a sardonic smile. “I already told you. I’m following orders.”
Provoking him was counterproductive, but she couldn’t seem to tame her wayward tongue. “Are you really such a mindless puppet? Take a guess. What does General Nox want with me?”
Chapter Two
Danvier glanced at the control matrix then took a deep breath. Phantom shuttles were highly automated. Once the course was set, they basically flew themselves. His high-backed seat still faced Haven’s and he clutched the armrests to keep from reaching for her. If he touched her again, he wouldn’t be able to stop with a quick caress. The urge to pounce, to subdue her was nearly overwhelming and she was her own worst enemy. Every word she uttered provoked him, challenging his control. She’d attacked him, for creation’s sake. He’d never met a female who was quite so spirited.
Her features were deceptively delicate, making her vibrant personality even more surprising. She wore a conservative blouse with a tiny floral print and calf-length skirt of darkest blue. The rings in her eyes couldn’t decide if they were purple or blue. He wasn’t sure if emotion or light caused the transformation, but he’d witnessed the change several times in their brief acquaintance. Wavy brown hair just grazed her shoulders, allowing the soft-looking mass to swish against her cheeks when she moved her head. Cobalt-blue streaks threaded through the brown. She might have been raised on Earth, but Haven Tandori appeared to be full-blooded Rodyte.
She was part of Tandori Tribe, a group of outcasts who had abandoned their homeworld rather than support a war they found objectionable. Most Rodytes considered the choice cowardly. Danvier understood the prevailing attitude, yet he also saw nobility in Tandori Tribe’s conviction. Few were willing to go to such lengths to demonstrate their principles.
Haven’s eyebrows arched and her phitons deepened from violet to midnight blue. “Have you followed orders so long you can’t think for yourself anymore?” Though her tone was light, almost singsong, challenge infused every syllable.
Did she want him to react? Was that why she kept challenging him? “I think it’s unwise to provoke a Rodyte male when you’re six hours from your destination.” He accented the threat with his best scowl and still she laughed.
“You’re a harbinger.” She waved dismissively in his direction. “Servitude is in your genes. You were trained from birth to be obedient.”
He grasped the armrests of her chair and brought their faces close together. “I’m not like most harbingers.” He caught a lock of her hair and curled it around his finger. What he really wanted to do was pull her onto his lap and kiss her into submission.
“I’m not afraid of you.” Despite her claim, fear shadowed her expression and she pressed back into her seat.
He released her hair and wrapped his fingers around the back of her neck, leaning in even closer. Her scent sank deeper with each breath he took, spreading through his senses, creating an awareness he’d never experienced before. He felt intoxicated, yet hyper alert at the same time. Garin had said Haven was off limits. She was still grieving her mate. Pursuing her now would be selfish and unprofessional. But none of that seemed to matter. Danvier couldn’t stop touching her.
“Leave me alone.” She