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female and had never seen one unclothed. She resembled a breeder in that she had the standard genetic issue of two eyes, two ears, one mouth, two arms, two legs, etc. But she was hairier than the females on his planet. A fine down covered her limbs, and between her legs sprouted a wiry tuft. It fascinated him, and he touched the triangle with his finger. Springy.
    Furrowing his brow, he traced the ridge of her abdominal scar. What could have caused such injury?
    He examined the vine of flowers on her arm. The decoration was not painted on; it was permanent. But surely she could not have been born with it? He studied her pink hair that had caught his attention. He could see darkness close to her scalp. He shifted his perusal between her head and the curls marking her sex. No, pink was not her natural color. Not her hair color, anyway.
    Her rose-colored areolae and nipples were unpierced. The lack of a ring in a Parseon would indicate she had not been claimed as an alpha’s breeder. But since she was Terran, it meant…nothing. Marlix had it on good authority males and females on Terra engaged in all manner of sexual depravities. Had she been so used on her planet? At the contemplation, a red tide crept in, and Marlix’s gut tightened the way it had when he’d arrived at her stall and discovered the male touching her, holding her. He had come very close to tossing the man the way he had done with the beta.
    How much of an uproar would the abduction of one of their females create? he wondered. No doubt the male from her shop had alerted the embassy.
    With the back of his finger, Marlix stroked Tara’s cheek. Her skin was smoother than the fabric he’d fondled in her shop.
    Why did she fascinate him so? What impulse had spurred him to spirit her away? He was hardly conscious of any decision, only that a rage had suffused him when he’d found her in the arms of the male Terran. It was either take her or kill him. By the time reason had returned, he was halfway home, and she had fallen into unconsciousness. He couldn’t leave her body on the side of the road.
    Footfalls sounded in the corridor, and Marlix rose to his feet seconds before Urazi appeared with a Terran physician. The male fidgeted with nerves. Good. He’d be easy to intimidate into silence.
    “What happened?” the physician asked.
    “She was injured,” Marlix replied.
    The man knelt at Tara’s side. Marlix surveyed him with a raptor’s sharpness as he listened to Tara’s chest with a device he attached to his ears, wrapped a cuff around her arm and pumped it up, and peered at her pupils. When he palpated her wounds, the red tide rolled in, and Marlix had to turn away and take several deep breaths. It would not benefit Tara if he inflicted harm upon the physician before he could help her.
    “She has lost blood,” the physician said, as if the sodden swaddling fabric wasn’t proof enough. “I can give her a synthetic transfusion. But I will need to move her to the Terran infirmary. Some of her wounds are deep and should be stitched.” He pointed to a couple on her thigh.
    Aghast, Marlix stared. “You mean sewn? Like with needle and thread?”
    The physician nodded. “Pretty much, except the medical suture is manufactured from polymer that will dissolve with time.”
    The Terrans had some of the most advanced technology available, yet they engaged in crude acts of barbarism like sewing flesh together. Marlix could guess how Tara’s abdomen had become scarred. “Will her leg look like her stomach?” he asked.
    The doctor shrugged. “I don’t think it will be that severe, but some scarring could result.”
    The medical technician’s expertise and training were worthless. Furthermore, Marlix would not allow him to move Tara anywhere. “Your services will not be required.” Marlix nearly yanked the door off its hinges.
    “Commander…” Urazi spoke.
    The physician took the opportunity to beat a hasty exit, but Marlix caught him halfway down the