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corridor and spun him around. “Do you know who I am?”
    Beads of sweat broke out on the male’s forehead. He nodded.
    “You will tell no one what you have seen today.”
    “N-no, Commander. I m-mean yes, Commander. I won’t tell anyone.”
    Marlix exchanged a glance with Urazi, who had followed. “Escort him out, and call a Parseon physician.”
    * * * *
    The Parseon medical technician entered Tara’s chamber with a wary shuffle. Due to strong physical constitution, males rarely required medical intervention, and to seek it would be perceived as an admission of feebleness. No alpha would request a physician, and no one bothered to treat females except for breeding issues. Because of the lack of status associated with treating weakness, only betas trained in medicine.
    “She is Terran!” the physician gasped and gripped his metal medical case as if his life depended on its contents. His life did. He glanced between Marlix and Urazi and wet his lips. “I-I have never treated an alien. Would not a Terran physician be better trained?”
    “Are you confessing you do not possess the skills to serve Alpha?” Marlix asked.
    The medical technician blanched. “No, Commander.” Marlix followed the beta’s gaze to where Tara lay on her back, her arms at her sides. Was her left elbow bent a little more than it had been? Were her legs closer together? Had she moved?
    “I meant because genetics and biology differ, I cannot guarantee treatments will work on a Terran.”
    “That would be a shame—for you,” Marlix threatened, aware he was being unfair to the physician whose assumptions were most likely correct. But after kidnapping Tara from another Alpha’s province, Marlix could not allow her to perish from her injuries. Her death could cause an intergalactic crisis and a domestic one as well. It would not be long before Commander Dak demanded answers and recompense, and Marlix had not abducted her only to let her expire.
    The technician gulped. “I will do everything I can.” He knelt beside Tara, opened his medical case, and extracted a bioscanner. He ran it over Tara from head to toe, and then peered at the screen. He frowned.
    “What’s wrong?” Marlix demanded.
    “N-nothing, Commander. I am trying to translate and apply the readings to Terran physiology. She has lost some blood, but other than her injuries, she appears to be a healthy, robust female—for a Terran.”
    The physician extracted a propellant device from his case, snapped a small vial of liquid into the chamber, placed the apparatus against Tara’s neck, and pressed the trigger. Her body jerked, and a cry of pain erupted from her throat.
    “You are hurting her!” Marlix would have grabbed the physician by the throat, but Urazi forestalled him with a hand on his arm.
    “What did you do?” Urazi inquired of the technician.
    “I injected a hemoregeneration serum to help her body replace its lost blood cells and plasma. At least it works that way on Parseons.”
    “It causes pain?” Marlix asked.
    “There is some discomfort with the infusion, and as she regenerates hemocytes, her bones will ache.”
    “What about her wounds?”
    “I shall attempt a repair. Afterward, she must remain quiet and still for a few days to allow her body to complete the healing. I must cleanse her wounds before I can begin the process.” The physician glanced at Urazi. “Could you bring me a basin with some water?”
    Urazi nodded, left, and reappeared moments later with a sloshing bowl and cloths for washing and drying. Marlix gritted his teeth as the physician dabbed at Tara’s wounds. He thought he heard her moan, but the anger buzzing in his ears drowned the sound. Females, betas, even alphas catered to his whim. He had never performed a menial task in his life, but he had the strangest urge to shove the physician aside and bathe Tara himself. Where was his disgust? His repugnance? He balled his hands at his sides.
    He caught Urazi staring at him, and he