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her earlier shyness. Besides, Bekion and the men he’d brought with him hadn’t seen her naked. She wanted to keep it that way.
    As though sensing the cause of her hesitation, Nausic draped a cloth over her shoulders. She looked up at him. He nodded to her then stepped back.
    “Thank you, Nausic,” Bekion said, straightening. After a little grimace of pain, he held out his hand to her.
    She stared up at him then looked at his hand. Whether Bekion was saving her from evil or saving her to do his own evil, she didn’t know but had to chance it. She sighed and placed her hand in his, allowing him to pull her to a standing position.
    Her head reached Bekion’s stomach. That was no surprise since all his people were tall. The shortest one Starling had seen was over seven feet tall, easy.
    Starling being shorter than the human average didn’t help. While she should be used to being the shortest person in the room, Bekion’s people made her feel like a child.
    “How old are you?” Bekion asked with mild concern.
    “Twenty-three.” She adjusted the cloth so it covered her more then hunched a little. Her breasts were not a measurement of her age. The unwanted admiration had long since gotten old.
    He gave her a surprised look.
    She said in an annoyed voice, “I know. My height makes me seem younger.”
    “My surprise is not for that. I thought you were young but I didn’t think you were younger than my brother.”
    “How old is he? You said he was still immature. I thought that meant he was a teenager or something.”
    “By your calendar, he is—” He paused in thought, moving his lips on silent calculations. “Thirty-one.”
    “Thirty-one?”
    “By your calendar. By my calendar, my brother is thirteen.”
    “How old are you?”
    “Thirty in my years. Seventy-two in yours.”
    Starling let her jaw drop. She tried to calculate the difference but couldn’t wrap her mind around the figures. Seventy-two? Bekion didn’t appear seventy-two. Did the difference in calendars affect the way his people aged?
    She squeaked in dismay when Bekion picked her up and situated her against his side with her butt nestled into the crook of his arm.
    She pushed at his shoulders. “What are you doing? Put me down! Let me go!”
    “Calm down, Starling.” Bekion rubbed his free hand over her arm. “My intention is to carry you, nothing else. It is a long walk back to my chambers. I don’t want to shorten my stride for you to keep pace with me.”
    That made sense. She stopped struggling and rested her hands on his shoulder.
    Bekion left the infirmary with two men walking in front of him and three men behind.
    With Bekion holding her, she truly felt like a child. No one had carried her in such a way since she was ten. Sure, plenty of guys picked her up because she was so tiny but they had cradled her in their arms like men were supposed to carry women.
    But then, did she want Bekion acting like a normal man? There was no way she could have a relationship with him. For one, he was too big…too tall . She didn’t know how big he was and didn’t want to find out.
    He had a kind of boy-next-door charm when he smiled. Minus the height, he resembled any other man she would see walking in the mall or driving down the street. His dark-brown hair was cut short and slicked back. His blue-gray clothing, which matched his eyes, resembled a casual suit without the jacket. He was also clean-shaven. Very business chic.
    With her up-close vantage point, she would almost call Bekion good-looking. He would be even better looking if he weren’t so tall and holding her hostage.
    She glanced around to get a better sense of her new prison. Bekion didn’t volunteer any information about the portraits on the walls or the rooms they passed and Starling didn’t ask.
    No one spoke. The somber atmosphere made her a bit nervous. When she finally worked up the nerve to ask about her future, the smell of food interrupted her thought process.
    The smell