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space…and she had no way of knowing if he was friend or foe.
    Backing away from the intruder, she assumed her haughty look—the one Lori called her “Royal Princess expression”. Her voice not quite steady, she asked, “How dare you violate my privacy and enter my chambers without permission?”
    Her question seemed to go right over the man’s head. She wasn’t even sure he had heard her. He was too busy growling something in his dark, husky voice, his eyelids slowly closing as his nostrils flared, chest rising on a deeply inhaled breath.
    Good Lord! Was he sniffing at her?
    He continued to speak and she found herself ensorcelled by the sheer loveliness of the sounds pouring from that beautiful mouth. Even his gruff, masculine tone could not detract from the splendor of the otherworldly cadence of—
    A momentary panic dumped ice water upon her enchantment with the liquid, musical language pouring from the stranger. My father’s edicts expressly forbid our language—Rb’qarmli—to be spoken anywhere but on the colony world, and his commands have the force of law, binding on all loyal Rb’qarmshi. Who is this stranger? Why does he flaunt his king’s command?
    Her mouth tightened as she shook off her unusual bemusement, her eyes angrily narrowing at his daring affront. “Who are you and how dare you insult and dishonor your Chyya by ignoring his laws?”
    The man’s mobile lips stretched into a slight smile while his eyes twinkled. His coloring was very like hers. Dark hair and softly glowing tangerine eyes proclaimed their distant blood connection. A flushed heat warmed her cheeks when she noted his gaze, riveted on her mouth. The heat moved lower, brushing her nipples and pussy with a tingling warmth when he licked his lips. His broad tongue smoothed over his full bottom lip then made the reverse journey on the curved highway of his top lip.
    She experienced an almost uncontrollable urge to feel those intriguing lips crushing her own…a burning desire to taste more than his damp lips. There were, literally, miles of skin she could explore and sample, given more time than she had available now.
    She gave her head a quick, thought-clearing shake and sternly reined in her lust. She strove to keep her outward stance towards him cold—frigid as Ron had often accused her of being, though she wagered this male could heat her quickly enough, if she gave him leave.
    “Forgive, Princess, the unavoidable intrusion of your privacy.” The male’s stiffly formal phrasing sounded as if he struggled with an unfamiliar language. “Assured be, I mean to Chyya Glenbrevchanka, no disrespect. Your father, Lady, is not my sovereign. His edicts are not my rule.” He frowned. “Do you speak no Rb’qarmli at all?”
    She shook her head. “Nope, I only understand fragments from before the crash, a baby’s vocabulary. I do remember the word for ‘mama’, though.”
    The stranger made a disapproving noise and his frown deepened, darkening his handsome face when he heard her nonchalant statement. “That is a…shame, yet, fixable. You will learn quickly. We have medicines that will assist. Until then, I continue to say words in this planet’s barbaric tongue. You would understand my words of greeting to you?”
    She was sure her expressive face informed her uninvited visitor how unhappy his choice of words made her. She didn’t much care for the way he disparaged her adoptive planet, not to mention his matter-of-fact assumption that she would be learning the language just to converse with him. Not living likely!
    “Well, don’t make me wait all day,” she snapped irritably. “If you have something to say, spit it out.”
    Even before his brows drew together in a look of reprimand, she modified her words, appalled at her rudeness. She’d been taught better. Just a few years ago, Mom Brewster would have served her a dose of manners applied to her backside with a long wooden spoon.
    “Forgive me. Yes, I would like to