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thrill of the chase?
    A moment later, she grinned. Thrill of the chase, definitely, for that grin did not belong to a frightened female but to a taunting agent. Surprisingly, that aroused him all the more, this new challenge of her.
    He didn’t whisk to her, but stopped, continuing to watch her, curious about what this human—alien—would do next. What race could assume another’s appearance, as well as another’s abilities?
    She threw an I’m-the-boss look at his men and barked, “Stay where you are. This is between the woman and me.”
    They had been inching toward her with determined expressions, but now they froze in place.
    â€œWhich one is which?” one of the men asked, glancing between the two of them.
    â€œLook at the clothing,” someone said. “Hers is a different material and ripped.”
    â€œBut what if even that is a trick?”
    â€œStay where you are,” Breean told them, parroting the female. “I will handle her.”
    â€œ I will handle her and the prisoners,” she said as if she truly were him. That intense glaze of concentration fell over her, and once more she disappeared.
    His eyes narrowed as he searched the field, trying to zero in on a blur . . . seeing nothing . . . nothing . . . there! She materialized in front of the sleeping agents and crouched.
    Her back was to him, and she seemed to shrink before his eyes. Her short golden hair lengthened and paled, appearing exactly as before. One of her hands shot out, slapping a human across the face. Pause. Another slap. Pause. She leaned to the side, muttered something, and slapped a second agent.
    Who was she hitting? Slight as her body now was, it still managed to block Breean’s gaze. He was afraid to move, however. Afraid she’d change personas or leap into motion again. Afraid he’d lose her.
    A second later, she shoved to her feet and faced him. Leveling two guns, she edged to the center of the clearing, her left shoulder toward him, her right shoulder toward his men.
    When had she picked up the second gun?
    â€œWhy won’t they wake up?” she demanded angrily.
    As he soaked in her blue eyes and womanly form, relief was like a living entity inside him. Much as heliked himself, he didn’t want to seduce himself. Well, not anymore. There’d been enough of that over the past two years to last a lifetime. “They are merely sleeping.”
    â€œYou had better wake them up. Or, to answer your earlier question, I’ll shoot you with this .”
    Fierce, passionate, and now protective. His admiration spiked, and yes, so did his desire, damn his hot-blooded nature. And damn his abstinence. Yet he couldn’t deny that he was glad the first woman he’d stumbled upon was this one. Even though he could not control her, she was delectable. To have her the way he wanted her, he would have to calm her, something else he had no experience with.
    â€œBe easy,” he said. Surely that would work.
    â€œDon’t just stand there,” she snapped. “Wake them.”
    Or not. “Your commands will continue to go unheeded.” That is not how you calm a female, I don’t think . It was just, Rakan females had striven to do all they could to satisfy those around them—before the disease, that is. They’d rarely argued and had never disobeyed. They’d accepted and they’d agreed, as though the need to please had been ingrained in them at birth.
    This woman obviously bowed to no one. That should have angered him, or at the very least deterred him. Yet he could suddenly imagine being tied up, dominated, helpless to this female’s pleasure as she ground herself on his cock.
    Interesting, but not something he could allow.There was just too much risk. To give up control was to invite bloodshed.
    He stood there, unsure how to proceed. How did you calm a female you could not bend to your will, if silken