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“catnip the hell out of someone,” whatever that meant.
    Her tangled hair belonged to a tabby cat, shades of gold, brown, black, and even streaks of flax intermingling. Her ears were tipped into sharp little points, and far cuter than his when he was angry. She had uptilted eyes of amber, high cheekbones, and lips curved into a deep frown. She was pretty in a very feminine, mischievous way—or would have been, with a little weight added to her body. Had she been starved?
    Probably. But even still, a flicker of relief sparked inside his chest. To find and save this agent’s life, he would have been willing to endure another explosion. He wouldn’t leave without her.
    As he adjusted his plan of escape to include two, she hissed at him. “What are you staring at, newbie? I will gut you!”
    Dr. E puffed up with anger. “She won’t be able to gut you if you remove her hands!”
    “Search for understanding as for hidden treasure,” X said. “She has been hurt, and so in turn she hurts others to try and protect herself from further abuse.”
    Solo forced himself to look away from the ungrateful Teran before he allowed his temper to overtake him. If he did, Kitten would kill herself just to save herself from being killed by him. And she’d be smart to do so!
    He would still escape with her, but now he doubted he’d be nice about it. He didn’t care whether she’d been hurt or not.
    Fine. He did. Whatever.
    A man who had to be on stilts crossed his path. And yet, the male’s legs were covered by pants, and he looked to be balanced on bare feet rather than wooden posts. But . . . that couldn’t be right. He was too tall, those legs too thin.
    A female no more than three feet high waddled behind him. At least, Solo assumed she was female. She had large breasts and wore a pink tank and glittery micro-miniskirt, but she also had a long, thick beard, with beads interwoven throughout the dark locks of hair—
    No, not hair. Couldn’t be. The strands moved and hissed and bared tiny white fangs. Snakes, he realized. Her beard was comprised of hundreds of tiny snakes, their eyes red and glowing.
    Another female trailed behind her, spraying fire from her mouth without any help from a torch. She laughed as the otherworlders in the cages scrambled backward to avoid being burned, but that laughter died the moment her gaze landed on Solo. She stopped midstep, her gaze sweeping over him.
    “Well, well. What do we have here?”
    He studied her in turn. Young, with a definite muscle tone someone of Solo’s size and strength needed in a female. Otherwise he could accidentally snap her spine in two.
    She was attractive, with bold features, green eyes that would have been pretty if they had not been glazed with inflated pride, and a slick fall of dark, shoulder-length hair streaked with pink. There were three spiderstattooed on each of her arms, each of a different size.
    “Rebuke her,” X commanded, surprising him. X was the lover, not the fighter. “Send her away.”
    “Don’t rebuke her. Look at her. She likes it naughty, guaranteed,” Dr. E replied.
    X growled low in his throat. “Evil spreads, and we must not catch hers.”
    Dr. E rubbed his hands together with glee. “Hello! I’m willing for Solo to catch whatever she’s got.”
    Yeah. Dr. E wouldn’t mind if Solo caught something nasty, just as long as the little hell-raiser could watch him catch it.
    X snapped, “Beauty often hides a beast.”
    Dr. E hummed his approval. “Good point. Let’s get her clothes off and make sure.”
    They could go on all day.
    Solo lifted his chin, gripped the bars in front of him, and shook the entire enclosure. He hoped to scare the woman and assert his dominance, but also to stealthily check the lock on the door. With only a glance, he could tell it was new, meant to open only when the proper fingerprint was scanned. Unfortunately, it was also titanium and held steady.
    Unfazed by his outburst, she sauntered closer to him.