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    the crucial time. He collapsed to his knees, gasping with pain.
    He looked up as Anyar touched his shoulder tentatively. “I will do my best, Commander. I
    promise.”
    Tanyan took his hand in his. “You have no weapons, Anyar. This is futile. Perhaps we
    should just surrender and try again when I am healed.”
    “They amputate wings, Commander. I will not let them do that to us.” Anyar's voice was
    hard with determination. “I would die first.”
    “That may be a viable option, my young friend.” Tanyan sounded weary beyond measure.
    “Rather than face what they have planned, I admit death sounds sweet. I would not be a weapon
    against Melan.” He looked up and pulled Anyar's face down to his, bestowing a gentle kiss upon

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    the soft lips, managing a smile at the look of wonder on the young guard's face, the way he
    touched his lips as he straightened.
    Anyar smiled then. “I would die happy with this upon my mind.”
    “Let us hope for better things, young one. I would rather live and know your touch than die
    and know only this last kiss. Let us hope.”
    His words gave strength to Anyar. He nodded, then with a last, longing look, sprang into
    flight once more.
    Tanyan managed to make it to his feet and sought shelter against the embankment, the
    most defensible position available.
    Anyar rose in the air, gasping as he saw the sheer speed of the Nazarians stooping from
    above him. Despair enfolded him then. There were four of them, and with their smaller wings,
    they would be able to maneuver much faster than he.
    The first arrived, straight at him, and he gasped and rolled sharply, feeling the other brush
    by close enough to scrape his skin. Then another glanced off his wing, so that he cried out at the
    sudden pain. They kept going, and he turned midair and went after them, desperate to protect
    Tanyan, only to be hit in the middle of his back so hard, he thought his spine snapped. He folded
    against the pain and dropped, feeling someone close behind him. Sharply then he snapped his
    wings open and veered to the right, rolling as he felt hands on him.
    Furiously he buffeted a wing tip over the man's head, and the Nazarian reeled back, only to
    have another take his place.
    This one Anyar recognized, the envoy from the courtyard.
    This one, eyes wild and mad with the thrill of the chase, grinned at him, and Anyar felt his
    stomach drop with fear. This was a true hunter. And he was the prey.
    Anyar sprang upward, wings beating strongly. In this he knew he would be superior, his
    power due to his huge wings. If he could just get higher…
    His usual grace was gone; tired from the effort of carrying Tanyan, he was slower, and he
    felt the other one keeping close behind. Desperate, he wheeled and rolled, trying to shake his
    pursuer. Several times a hand touched his booted foot, and he would kick in reaction and either
    stoop or try to dive and roll. Beginning to panic at the realization that his pursuer was now as fast

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    as he was and probably much more experienced in flight battle, he tried to calm himself, but fear
    was riding him hard, taking his strength.
    Something flashed in front of him, and he flinched away, stalling in the air, and
    immediately he was grasped from behind, white wings tangling with his black ones. Strong arms
    wrapped around his chest, and he frantically attempted to wrench himself free.
    A low laugh sounded in his ear, and legs wrapped around his, pulling his body into an
    intimate embrace. He felt the other man's erection pressing against his buttocks.
    “Do you know this is how our mutual ancestors mated?” The question was breathy and
    filled with anticipation. “Would you like to re-create history, little one?” The hips flexed
    suggestively.
    Anyar stopped trying to fly, folding his wings back to half smother his assailant.
    Immediately they dropped like two stones, and the Nazarian only laughed, refusing to
    release him.
    Anyar watched the