question out of the many floating around in her head. Sitting up, she stared at the shirtless man and decided she should at least thank him for saving her life.
"Thank you," she said. Her gaze held his for a moment, marvelling at the deep blueness of his eyes, before they wandered down the rest of him bared to her. His shoulders were broad and strong, his upper arms thick and muscular. Though he crossed his arms over his chest, Maya could see the defined flesh around his abdomen.
Wow, he's hot . Never had she been near to such a visibly superior male specimen. Guys like him existed only in gym commercials and women's magazines with inane lists like Top 10 Hottest Guy or something. Not in real life. At least, not in her life. All thoughts of knocking at Death's door a short moment ago fled from Maya's mind. She'd never had such an instant and intense attraction for someone. Yet her body warmed and her thoughts progressed toward the filthy the more she stared at him.
"Why are you on my ship, human?"
Her growing arousal dissipated instantly, replaced by confusion. She got to her feet, but she was still forced to incline her head to speak to him.
"Ship? What ship?"
"This ship." His glare deepened into a scowl and he took a threatening step forward. "Who are you? What is your purpose?"
Crap . She had run from the frying pan into the fire. She had escaped a scumbag intent on violating her, yet she now found herself in company with a crazy guy with a strange accent who looked ready to murder her.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she said. Terrified, she edged away from the man as her eyes darted at the exit just behind him. If she got past him, she'd run straight for the door she came through. The creep outside was probably gone by now. She would grab her handbag and be homebound in no time.
"I do not believe you," he said, coming closer, backing her towards the wall. "You humans are deceitful and self-serving. You maim others purely for the pleasure of doing so. If your intent is to hurt more of my kind, I will not hesitate to annihilate you and every other being on your hateful planet."
Maya was speechless, stunned by the fury in his eyes. Clearly he believed the gibberish he was spouting, which only meant he was a legitimate psycho. Sweet Jesus, what was she going to do now? Outrunning and battling the creep had been hard enough, but there was no way she could take on this guy. Her only option left was to beg for mercy.
"Please don't hurt me," Maya pleaded, breathing fast. "Please. I just want to leave. I just want to go home."
"You cannot leave."
Why does he want to hurt me? I just want to go home.
Tears welled in her eyes and her voice quavered. "Please, I just want to go home."
The man remained silent as he stared at her. The fury in his gaze dimmed and the tenseness in his body eased. Without saying another word, he turned and left the room.
Maya took a deep, shuddery breath as she forced herself to marshal her thoughts. She had to leave this place and she had to do it now before the man returned. Her pleas may have delayed his horrible intent, but who knew how long she had before he snapped and killed her anyway?
Maya left the room. She followed the path she'd walked earlier. She vaguely wondered at the gentle vibrations she felt beneath her feet. The ground didn't feel as still as it did when she'd first came in. She had this weird sensation of movement. But that was ridiculous because a building didn't move.
Exiting the last hallway into the circular room, Maya's steps froze and her mouth hung open at the sight before her.
Holy shit.
Her heart leapt up to her throat and nausea roiled in her stomach at the large expanse of black stretched ahead. What she'd thought to be a humongous TV earlier was actually a viewport. From the far right, she could see the curve of a planet growing further away, a luminescent blue glow around its edge. Without thinking, her feet carried her closer. She did not even
"Thank you," she said. Her gaze held his for a moment, marvelling at the deep blueness of his eyes, before they wandered down the rest of him bared to her. His shoulders were broad and strong, his upper arms thick and muscular. Though he crossed his arms over his chest, Maya could see the defined flesh around his abdomen.
Wow, he's hot . Never had she been near to such a visibly superior male specimen. Guys like him existed only in gym commercials and women's magazines with inane lists like Top 10 Hottest Guy or something. Not in real life. At least, not in her life. All thoughts of knocking at Death's door a short moment ago fled from Maya's mind. She'd never had such an instant and intense attraction for someone. Yet her body warmed and her thoughts progressed toward the filthy the more she stared at him.
"Why are you on my ship, human?"
Her growing arousal dissipated instantly, replaced by confusion. She got to her feet, but she was still forced to incline her head to speak to him.
"Ship? What ship?"
"This ship." His glare deepened into a scowl and he took a threatening step forward. "Who are you? What is your purpose?"
Crap . She had run from the frying pan into the fire. She had escaped a scumbag intent on violating her, yet she now found herself in company with a crazy guy with a strange accent who looked ready to murder her.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she said. Terrified, she edged away from the man as her eyes darted at the exit just behind him. If she got past him, she'd run straight for the door she came through. The creep outside was probably gone by now. She would grab her handbag and be homebound in no time.
"I do not believe you," he said, coming closer, backing her towards the wall. "You humans are deceitful and self-serving. You maim others purely for the pleasure of doing so. If your intent is to hurt more of my kind, I will not hesitate to annihilate you and every other being on your hateful planet."
Maya was speechless, stunned by the fury in his eyes. Clearly he believed the gibberish he was spouting, which only meant he was a legitimate psycho. Sweet Jesus, what was she going to do now? Outrunning and battling the creep had been hard enough, but there was no way she could take on this guy. Her only option left was to beg for mercy.
"Please don't hurt me," Maya pleaded, breathing fast. "Please. I just want to leave. I just want to go home."
"You cannot leave."
Why does he want to hurt me? I just want to go home.
Tears welled in her eyes and her voice quavered. "Please, I just want to go home."
The man remained silent as he stared at her. The fury in his gaze dimmed and the tenseness in his body eased. Without saying another word, he turned and left the room.
Maya took a deep, shuddery breath as she forced herself to marshal her thoughts. She had to leave this place and she had to do it now before the man returned. Her pleas may have delayed his horrible intent, but who knew how long she had before he snapped and killed her anyway?
Maya left the room. She followed the path she'd walked earlier. She vaguely wondered at the gentle vibrations she felt beneath her feet. The ground didn't feel as still as it did when she'd first came in. She had this weird sensation of movement. But that was ridiculous because a building didn't move.
Exiting the last hallway into the circular room, Maya's steps froze and her mouth hung open at the sight before her.
Holy shit.
Her heart leapt up to her throat and nausea roiled in her stomach at the large expanse of black stretched ahead. What she'd thought to be a humongous TV earlier was actually a viewport. From the far right, she could see the curve of a planet growing further away, a luminescent blue glow around its edge. Without thinking, her feet carried her closer. She did not even
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