watched his head slowly swivel, surveying the starship. Part of her wanted his eyes to land on her and take in every curve of her body. But the rational part of her brain was on high alert. There weren’t supposed to be men on this flight. Certainly not a big, brash, scary man that looked like he could have ripped through the hull of the ship with his bare hands.
As she tried to make herself invisible, his gaze came to rest on her.
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A rkhan had to stay behind and maintain the connection between the two ships. Troxeo was on his own, maneuvering through the access hatch alone. He was prepared to exert himself pulling open the door to the Earth ship, but it was only slightly harder to open than his own. Apparently the humans could occasionally make high-quality parts.
The passengers had acted in the way he had expected. They were a mindless mob. If he had raided a ship full of animals, it would have been the same. Most of them crouched into their seats, trying to make themselves invisible by becoming smaller. Some screamed and yelled, but none of them made a move against him. He felt like he could do anything he wanted. Troxeo found it hard to focus; the acrid smell of sweat mixed with the allure of females hung thick in the air.
He tried to study each one of the humans in turn, but it was hard to compare one to another when they all cowered in their seats. He never had any doubts that he would know which one of them to take. He didn’t think he needed to know their identities in advance. It was unlikely that a significant person in Earth society would sell themselves as a mail-order bride. Commander Reck said he wanted an average human, and this was the place to get one.
It didn’t take long for one of them to stand out from the crowd simply by being still. When his gaze landed on her, she stared back at him with equal intensity from her large blue eyes. Her dark hair contrasted with her fair skin and made her seem more exotic than the monotone female a few seats away that was all blonde and pink.
Perhaps her most surprising feature, though, was her behavior. While the other females were in full panic mode, this one sat as still as a statue, studying him just as much as he studied her.
He strode forward down the aisle and noticed that the female’s eyes followed him. She was definitely the one. He reached across the passengers sitting next to her, who were now babbling and crying. It only took a single swipe of his massive hand to undo her safety belt. He scooped her from the seat and threw her over his shoulder with ease.
She was surprisingly soft, unlike the Oretoz women made of nothing but sinewy muscle and pure venom. Troxeo was pleased to find that she weighed little, and she barely struggled against him. Perhaps she was smart enough to understand that there was no point in fighting him. Maybe she was too stupid to know she was in danger.
Either way, he had the human. Troxeo turned and headed back to his ship.
Chapter Seven
A s the large man advanced down the aisle of the ship, Katie suddenly realized he must be an alien. For a moment, she felt slightly perverted admiring his physique, but she remembered that she was on her way to marry an alien, after all. No men on Earth were quite that big or that scary. At least, no one she knew. This man would be entirely out of place in the business attire Ben always wore. The wool wouldn’t hold his bulging muscles for an instant.
When he batted her restraint away like a child’s plaything, Katie’s stomach contracted. What was he going to do? Was he going to take her? She couldn’t seem to do anything other than watch him dumbly.
He lifted her out of the seat and tossed her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes before she knew it. He felt like nothing but hard lines and solid muscle. His arms were smooth rocks as they wrapped around her waist. He was so solid that he might as well have been a machine.
When she looked up from her odd position, she