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camera. Stared, frowned, then smirked.
    “Video off,” he managed to say in a hoarse voice. Did she know he watched? There was no way she could tell. No way. And yet, she suspected. Dyre felt dirty. And horny. Unworthy. But still so aroused.
    He stumbled to his feet and staggered to his shower, doing his best to ignore his bobbing and begging cock. After his disgraceful actions, he didn’t deserve fulfillment. A true noble knight did not watch innocent damsels bathe. No matter their curiosity. But a mercenary would.
    However, he was better than that. He would not give in to his base instincts.
    He turned the shower on, but allowed himself no heat. Pure, frigid water came blasting out, and Dyre could practically see the steam as it hit his feverish body. How could one human cause such a reaction?
    Something about the mouthy, pale barbarian affected him, and he didn’t just refer to his cock, which seemed to delight in her mere presence.
    Betty was the first female to actually fascinate him beyond thoughts of sex. Yes, he wanted to bed her, two breasts or not, especially now that he knew what hid beneath her garments. But apart from desiring her body, he also wanted to know more about her, how she ended up on the Zonian planet? Who she was as a person.
    When the cold water shriveled his ardor, and he felt more in control, he stepped forth from his bathing chamber, shivering and still not completely cured of his obsessive affliction for his guest.
    Curiosity about Betty plagued him. It led him to pulling up everything he could on her kind on his computer while he dressed. He continued to dig while he checked on his ship’s status. The research he did on her species just fed his eagerness to discover more. Barbarian or not, what a fascinating people. Complex with a society that differed in opinions and setup, the humans were a bright tapestry made all the more beautiful and exotic for their chaotic nature.
    As if sex and her unconventional barbarian heritage weren’t reason enough for his obsession, another emotion plagued him, a need to protect. Despite her attempt at toughness, he wanted to become her shield against the dangers of the universe, not because of a hero quest, or her more fragile status, but because he wanted to. Wanted to be her shield against the universe. What did that mean?
    Have I finally found my damsel?
    From the legends he’d studied, heroes either adventured until they died or found their princess, which some stories called their one true love. Dyre couldn’t fathom what they meant by love. Various definitions seemed to portray it as great affection for one person. Dyre felt affection for many people and never understood what was so special about it. From all indications, love was something grand, overpowering, unrelenting, and all consuming. It hit a hero in an instant and made him do brave things, take outrageous risks, all in its name.
    With his accidental meeting of Betty, had he perhaps stumbled upon it? He hoped not because the way events unfolded was so not how he would have imagined it.
    A hero’s love should have a glorious quest leading to it. A superb rescue. A thankful heroine. A simmering passion. So far, only the last was true with his pale human, at least for him. She’d not shown any interest in him as a potential mate, seemed appalled as a matter of fact when the Zonian suggested it. Hence, she must not be his one true love.
    Then again, how quickly he seemed to have forgotten that his first glance of her had left him unimpressed—and by all indications, she’d not appreciated his rescue.
    Yes, but I’ve since had time to reconsider my position about her appearance and now can’t deny my mighty attraction.
    But was attraction love?
    Nay. Which meant she wasn’t his future mate. So what to do with her?
    Ravish her.
    No, that was the mercenary way. So what should he do instead?
    Help her find what’s she’s looking for, beyond the obvious supplies and goods.
    Zista seemed to