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ship for his nightly check-in, they’d come looking. Whoo-hoo for protocol and bio-tags .
    The League despised bad publicity. If anyone guessed the activities he’d been engaged in…. Yeah, and like this didn’t say it all, no guessing needed . He eyed his com, only inches from the headboard where she’d set it after calling for a shuttle. He wasn’t flexible enough to get his foot up to push it into reach. His pants bound his legs together, making it twice the challenge. Add the cuffs that kept him from reaching his com, and he wasn’t going anywhere, not until someone freed him.
    Idiot . Why the hell did he forget who he was dealing with? Of course, the oral sex had been a distraction, one gigantic, orgasmic distraction. He should have seen this coming and he’d gotten what he deserved for thinking from below his beltline.
    Never again .
    He glanced at his com. Think. How can you get it ? Rock the bed ? No, bolted to the floor. Yell for help ? With the party going on outside on the street, doubtful anyone would hear him, and did he really want them to see this? Yes . Better than his subordinates. His crew couldn’t, wouldn’t see him like this. He opened his mouth to yell at the top of his lungs.
    Beep, beep, beep . Seth turned his head and eyed his com. Fantastic . For once, they were ahead of schedule. When he got free, he’d find her. And when he did….
     
    ***
     
    After leaving Seth cuffed to the bed, Ava headed back to her ship, checking her messages upon entry. One had come in an hour before, requesting a meeting after star-fall, when she’d been busy turning the Regulator inside out. From his reaction, she’d bet the blow job was a first. Why would a man like that deny a simple pleasure? Duty? Honor? No doubt he’d be angry when he got free. She turned and looked at the door, wondering if he was still cuffed to the bed. It had been a dirty trick to pull, but she’d needed to escape. Not so much because she thought he’d find her ship, which he would eventually, but something deeper.
    Something about him felt right—like they belonged together.
    Ava glanced over to a shelf and ran her fingers over a holo-journal. She didn’t have to activate it to see the happy family laughing and playing on the images contained inside. They were ingrained in her memories so deep, they’d follow her soul into the afterlife.
    The journal captured a time of little money and food, but one that also saw her family wealthy with freedom and love, a legacy that clung to her, even after her parent’s bones rotted in the ground. She’d fight to the death to preserve what they’d held dear. They had. They’d died for freedom. They’d died for love. Ava closed her eyes, and a smile curled the corner of her mouth as she remembered what that love had felt like.
    Marcus Frost tossed his daughter into the air and caught her. She wore secondhand clothes, passed from the child of another revolutionary. Plain brown and woven of coarse fabric, the garments were not what a Nexian aristocrat would wear, but she did. “You’ll break hearts wherever you go,” he said.
    Ava giggled before he tossed her again. She squealed as he caught her inches short of the ground. “Just remember you don’t have to answer to any man.”
    “She’s too young to understand your speech,” Eri, Ava’s mother, said as she pulled Ava from his arms. “Don’t bring the revolution to her. Let her live her life with the freedom she was born with.”
    “She’s a Frost. Wherever she goes, she’ll never be free unless she fights for it.”
    Eri looked up into his eyes. “Someday she’ll be free because we chose to fight. We battle now, so that she can have the peace and happiness denied to our generation.”
    He nodded and pulled them both into an embrace. “Perhaps—someday we’ll all be free to live our lives and love the person we want to. Until then, I’ll take up my weapon, because there’s nothing I want more.”
    Eri smiled. “Nor