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beefy right arm
over my right shoulder, his knees tucked behind the backs of mine. The warmth
from his body instantly dissolved the chill and I felt protected.
    “Sleep, little sub,” he whispered into my ear. And as if
those were magic words, I was instantly swept into a delightful dream about
vibrant skies and twinkling stars.

Chapter3
    I woke up tangled in Marcus’s arms. I slept deeply and long
without waking up once, something I thought would be impossible under these
circumstances.
    The room had taken on a golden cast as the sun’s rays beamed
through the glassless window.
    Now that morning had arrived it was time to face my current
situation head-on. I had no idea where to start. I looked at Marcus hoping he
would have answers for me.
    His lips curled into a sleepy smile. He studied my face as
he twirled a lock of my hair around his finger. “You look gorgeous in the
morning.”
    I didn’t know what to say. We barely knew each other and he
acted like he was in love with me. Or maybe that’s how it worked here in
Borealis.
    Perhaps the most disturbing thing about all of this was how
easy it was to trust Marcus. Too easy. Though he had a sensual dark side that
came with his Dominant nature, he was a caring man. Then again, I was probably
seeing what I wanted to see.
    My Dom’s eyes were cobalt blue that gradually turned into a
light green around the iris. Dark lashes outlined his eyes dramatically, making
them stand out even more. His lips were full and unbelievably sexy. God, he was
delicious.
    You think you can trust him because he’s hot! I
scolded myself, trying to stay focused on my goal to get off this planet alive.
    I braved a look out the flower-shaped window. Just outside
the room horses grazed on an emerald green pasture. I could see a lake or river
beyond it and gorgeous purple mountains in the background. The scene was
pastoral and serene. There was even a dog barking in the distance. Not at all
what I expected on another planet.
    So far the people, animals and landscape reminded me of
Earth, which was a huge relief. I wasn’t up for rubbing elbows with the giant
insects or man-eating reptiles from sci-fi movies. Suddenly, I remembered
watching an alien burst out of Sigourney Weaver’s stomach.
    Ah, an earth memory! This was a good sign. Maybe my memory
would return and I could piece the puzzle of my life back together. At the very
least I wanted to know my name.
    “What happens now?” I asked, dreading the answer.
    “We start our daily routine.”
    “Which is?”
    “I will feed you, bathe you and train you.”
    Appalled, I glared at him. “I can feed and bathe myself,
thank you very much!”
    He tugged on my lower lip. “I know you can feed and bathe
yourself, but I’m your Dom and you are my sub. As my charge you will allow me
to care for you.”
    “I will?” I said, rather unpleasantly. Though I didn’t know
who I was, I was a modern woman and that meant I was not used to being ordered
around.
    He narrowed his eyes at me, leaving no room for argument.
“Oh, yes, you will.”
    Damn him. I took a deep breath and convinced myself that
everything would be fine. He wanted to care for me. Care was good. It was
harmless. I could handle care. “And the training?”
    He rose out of bed—our bed!—and walked to a cabinet in what
I guessed was a kitchen area. He removed two small leather satchels and two
wooden bowls from the cabinet and placed them on the table. “I will tell you
after breakfast.”
    I wriggled uncomfortably in my seat, trying to adjust my
obscene top to maintain a shred of modesty. No food or water had passed my lips
in Borealis and yet my stomach wasn’t growling and my throat wasn’t parched.
Still, I had to be careful. There was no way I would survive this if I didn’t stay
nourished and strong.
    Breakfast was a good idea, though I wondered if the food
would be palatable or even digestible for an earthling. Borealians were human
or humanoid. I hoped that meant our