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gentleman and managed to convince his stiffening cock to abate. He would stay away until the effects of this dose wore off.
    Kyme, it would appear, did not like being refused. As he shifted around to check on her, his previously obedient shaft went into full revolt, hardening. She lay draped across his bed like a vestal offering, her pretty pink sex bared for his keen admiration. Her fingers stroked the sheets, providing him a vision of them stroking something else.
    Gods, had he ever beheld a female so beautiful? A gentleman would look away.
    Hell, that wasn’t him anymore, so he stared. Absorbed every detail, every curve of her sensuous body. Her smooth hairless skin was like cream poured onto his crimson sheets. Toned legs and arms, a flat belly, and her breasts… Through the thin fabric, their rosy tips teased him. His palms itched to cup their weight. He fought the urge to climb into the bed and bury himself deep inside her. I could give her such pleasure.
    No. He clenched his fists. Her heavy-lidded eyes were not caused by any true desire for him. She was in a state of delirium. Taking advantage of her was wrong.
    Kyme must remain a virgin. Or his sister would rot in hell forever. He refused to let that happen. He couldn’t fail Lena again. Must have air. With shaking hands, Arsenius closed the door behind him and locked it. No one was getting in or out.
    Certainly not him.
    ***
    The ship rocked back and forth. Back and forth. It should have sent her stomach reeling. The motion had nauseated her for the past, what? Two, three days? At this moment, the rocking didn’t bother her. Perhaps she’d grown those sea legs.
    Kyme wrinkled her nose, trying to recall something, anything, about the time that had passed. Her memory was a delightful blur of colors, fuzzy as clouds, and she didn’t recall anything, except the slaver had cared for her. Her skin flushed while she reminisced about him, the hard planes of his chest, his arms wrapped safely around her.
    Why was she wearing her tunic, and why was it clean? Her stomach clenched. No. She shook the tension from her body. She was secure in the knowledge that he required her virtue intact.
    This heavy pit in her stomach resulted from the augmenting fear that she was growing weak—and it had nothing to do with her powers. Her revenge, which consisted of slicing Arsenius’s throat, was becoming less appealing.
    Damn, when had she agreed to consider him by his name? Logic told her to call him slaver. Keep him inhuman and never make this personal.
    Oh, why had he nursed her? He should have let her shrivel up on the floor and suffer. Now she was indebted to him. She was a warrior. Honor mattered to her. Could she in good conscience murder someone who had taken such gentle pains with her? “His plans for you have not altered. Do not be weak,” she muttered as she stabbed her feet into her boots.
    Weakness is what men expect of women , her godmother had declared. However, it is women who should rule. We can do it all—birth children, hunt, fight. And men? In the darkest places of their hearts is the realization they will forever need us. They are terrified of our power. Never show them weakness. Be their nightmare. Be a proud Amazon.
    Right. Kyme fortified her heart as she adjusted her belted ivory tunic and refastened the clasp at her shoulder. From the moment they were born, Amazon daughters were warriors. She’d never longed to be held or kissed.
    I’ll be damned if I allow a few caresses with the slaver nullify a lifetime of training. She had a mission to complete, sisters to protect.
    After rising, she used the washbasin to clean. She desperately craved a bath, but not more than she detested the concept of asking for one and the price it would fetch. Now that they were at sea, freshwater was no doubt a luxury.
    If a bath was out of the question, fresh air would prove second best. She decided to venture outside of the captain’s cabin. Her curiosity prodded at her. If