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back to your cell on the terrorist ship.”
    “Yes…” she breathed. “Oh, no…you don’t mean…”
    He watched as realization dawned on her. “Yes. I can be there in your mind, with you. Inarrii have the ability, as I believe you may know, to speak telepathically. Examiners can do more, we can walk through memories with others, including humans. All it requires is a touch.”
    She wet her lips. Her face had paled again. He watched tiny bumps flash down the length of her skin as fear set in once again. It was an amazing reaction, one his kind didn’t have. He looked closer and saw that tiny hairs on her bare arms and breasts had risen, causing the bumps from her anxiety. His gaze slid only a little farther. Her chest heaved as she took an alarmed breath, and her nipples hardened.
    He brushed a hand over the taut skin of her biceps, along the sensual curve of her shoulder to rest on the back of her neck. Her eyes had grown huge, the pupils dilated to the point where they nearly hid the dark blue of her irises.
    “Don’t touch me,” she whispered harshly.
    “I must. We must know the truth, Captain Branscombe.”
    Blackness bloomed between them. She shuddered as the scent of rusting metal, blood and stale urine filtered through their shared senses. He admired her more as he recognized her internal struggle. She fought the desire to retreat, to wrench herself free of his touch. But her determination won out, at least for the moment, and he examined the dark walls surrounding them.
    “Where are we?” He tested their contact with the question.
    “This is it. This is the room I woke up in when they first took down my shuttle. I was scouting the perimeter but they took out my shields and laser before I even got a good look at them.”
    “Had you met any of them before?” Asler whispered into her mind.
    “No.” Her mental voice seemed strained but only from fear. There was no way to lie here, mind to mind. She could say untrue words but they wouldn’t match her memories, or her emotions.
    “You weren’t hurt?”
    “No, not by the attack. Not yet.”
    Shadows shifted in the darkness. Muted sounds of approaching feet had her cringing, the reaction enough to ignite his sympathy. He pulled her into his arms. A metallic squeal preceded a blinding light as the door to the dank room opened. Hands reached for her, grabbed at her, tried to tear her away from him. He held on but the mental contact was broken.
    Asler opened his eyes, met her gaze. They were pressed together, lying back now on the wide couch. One arm held her tightly to him, his other hand splayed across one of her pert little breasts. Physical contact made the reading very personal, and absolutely accurate. He must have physically embraced her as they moved into her memory, just as he had mentally on the terrorist ship. He had to admit that despite the situation, he liked the feel of her in his arms, the smooth contact of skin against skin. In fact, he liked it enough that she’d be noticing if he didn’t move soon. That was one thing the males of his kind shared with the human males, obvious sexual interest and arousal. She didn’t need that. She needed his strength, his compassion, and she would have it as they found the truth together.
    He could feel her conflict, her attraction to him warring with the terror of the recent past. She needs more than sex, she needs tenderness and emotional connection after her captivity. He knew what she needed, and despite the fact that it was his duty to find the truth and deal with it, the urge to be the one to connect with her, for whatever reason, and to comfort her tempted him.

Chapter Three
     
    “Move,” Sue growled at the alien. They’d stretched out together like bunkmates, his body weight pressing her to the couch. Damn, he’s built. A quiver of motion shuddered up her back as anxiety flooded her body. He was exactly the body type she preferred, but even for her he was moving along a little fast. She