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leading from the room, one with a door and one without, she frowned.
    "Where the hell am I?"
    Ulyssa threw the covers from her body and edged to the side of the bed. Her bare feet dropped down on the floor. Walking to the entrance without a door, she peeked in. It was a long closet, filled with nothing but clothes cut to fit a man. A flash of a sinfully dark gaze came to her. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
    "Think, Ulyssa, reason it out."
    Lyssa.
    The name was an echo in her head. She shivered, recalling a deep, rich, Var accented voice. She knew it wasn't Attor. Had she slept with the bearer of that voice? Surely if she had, she would have done so with a plan of escape. She could remember no plan, but she could recall every detail of a firm body next to hers in the hallway, grinding and pressing her into the wall. Hell, she'd been ready to screw his brains out right there. Why hadn't she? It wasn't like she was shy.
    Ulyssa frowned, wrinkling her brow in deep thought. The night unfolded slowly in her mind, foggy yet real. She'd escaped the harem. A man found her. She'd come on to him with no thought of escape.
    Ulyssa grimaced, but was not embarrassed by her actions. She'd wanted him and had gone for him, no big deal. Then, he'd rejected her. She scowled, stuck on the memory. He'd rejected her? Now, how was that possible? That never happened.
    "Nothing happened," she whispered, not sure if she felt relief or irritation. Her pride stung at the memory, but she tried her best to ignore it. Lightly, she scratched her naked backside as she went in to explore his enormous closet. It was bigger than her entire quarters at the Agency. Rubbing the back of her neck, she continued to frown. "He brought me back here. I took off my own clothes and made a pass at him. He then left me here--alone, unfulfilled. Huh. What the hell is that all about?"
    A long, rectangular window commanded the far wall of the closet, letting in the soft light from outside. She could see a balcony beyond the window with stone and iron railings along the edge. The dusky green-blue sky spread out before her and she realized the bedroom was high off the ground. A majestic display of forest and mountains stretched before her. She could even see a clear lake tapering off into the distance. Its glassy surface reflected the three suns.
    Ulyssa was stunned into momentary silence at the awe-inspiring sight. There was something quite magical about the Var palace, something that stirred a suppressed part of her being. She thought it best not to explore that part of her soul. Some things were better left hidden.
    A quick scan of the rooms proved he'd taken her clothes with him when he left. She searched the closet for something decent to wear and found a cross-laced shirt, like the one the man had worn the night before. The shirt was too big for her smaller frame, but she didn't care.
    Not caring that she was stealing, Ulyssa slipped the garment over her head and adjusted it to fit her smaller size, pulling the laces tight. She did the same with a pair of pants, lacing them up along her thighs. Using the extra length of cross-laces, she made a makeshift belt around her waist. Then, finding a floor length jacket with long sleeves, she pulled it on. There was no way she'd get into his boots so she didn't even try, opting to remain barefoot for the moment.
    "Not bad," she murmured, admiring herself in a mirror as she unbound her hair only to pull it back again. She found it easier to work if it was out of her way.
    Walking through the bedroom, she slowly opened the second door and peeked out. The light was dim after the brightness of the bedroom fireplace. Slowly, she closed the door and edged forward. From what she could tell, it looked like a living room, complete with a couch and chairs, more arched entryways leading to various parts of the house.
    "Here kitty, kitty, kitty," she whispered, a little too spitefully. Whoever the man was, his rejection stung and