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his record, no matter how many times she purged the information.
    Fuck him. Fuck them all. She held her head high,
meeting the assassin’s gaze. “You do that. I don’t need you and I certainly
don’t want you,” she snarled, her sexually frustrated body protesting her lies.
    Darius’ face hardened. “Because I’m a Dreck .”
    “Because you’re a woman-hating asshole.” She folded her arms
defensively before her. “And you have the personality of an Ungarian fur
burrower.” She paused, thinking of more insults. “And the intelligence of a Mox-X addict.”
    The corners of his lips curled upward. “Is that all?”
    “No.” She glowered. “But it has been a long night and I
don’t have the energy to list your many repellent qualities.”
    Darius’ gaze warmed for a heart-stopping moment before
cooling once more. “Return to your abode, female,” he advised gruffly, skimming
his knuckles over her cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle. Sabria’s anger
melted under his tender assault and she swayed toward him, his body calling to
hers. “And sleep. I will find my own solution.”
    “Darius,” she whispered, the attraction between them
undeniable, strong and primitive and forbidden.
    “No.” He dropped his hand and stepped back. Sabria gazed up
at him, making no attempt to disguise her need.
    “No,” Darius repeated. He pivoted on his heels and strode
forward, walking silently, smoothly, resembling the predator he was. The black
of his clothes merged with the night, the shadows sucking him into their
depths, and he was gone, vanishing as though he had never existed.
    Sabria stared after Darius, yearning to follow him, her
thoughts and emotions in turmoil. He’s an assassin, a dreaded Balazoid ,
a species known for their atrocious treatment of women, and I want him. I want
him so much.
    “Arrive soon, brother.” Sabria studied the night sky. Some
of the ships flying above her must be Balazoid , Darius’ presence on Symrah
III indicating an impending invasion. “I’m in grave danger.” The upcoming
war between the Balazoids and the Federation frightened her less than
the feelings inside her heart.

Chapter Two
     
    I’m broken and she’s the source of my deviation.
    Darius leaned against a pillar on the docking bay, his form
shrouded in darkness, shadows being his natural habitat, and he watched the
little female as she talked with a smiling male, the male’s fast-talking
breeder and their squirming offspring.
    He shouldn’t have placed that tracking device upon her neck.
Once he’d activated the device, he had to follow her. He found her fascinating,
her ferocity and fearlessness matching his, her skill at killing adorably
competent, yet lacking his finesse, her kindness toward the bots she repaired
giving him a hope he shouldn’t nourish.
    She is a female. And human. Darius curled his top
lip, disgusted by his weakness. He saw nothing unusual in her appearance, her
hair long and black and sinfully soft, her cheekbones delicate and tanned, her
brown-eyed gaze unnervingly direct. She had curves, ill-disguised in her manly
outfit, the dark fabric stretching over firm breasts and a perky ass as she
hugged the larger breeder. I can’t stop thinking about her.
    Sabria. Darius turned her name over in his mind,
savoring the syllables. He’d tapped into the Federation system and accessed her
surprisingly sparse files. Her brother, a killer similar to himself, had hired
himself out on a merc job, leaving her on Symrah III . She was alone on
the planet…as he was.
    If I wasn’t a Dreck , I’d take her as my breeder
and use her for release until I tired of her. Darius ran his hand over his
skull, his closely cropped human hair agonizingly different from the verme of the Balazoids , providing physical proof of his unworthiness.
    Sabria stepped away from the passenger ferry and waved at
the trio, their departure the fourth she’d witnessed in two days, her
discretion pleasing Darius. None