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enough, your highness.” He bowed to her, holding it for long
seconds before rising again.
He turned away and ended
the transmission without another word. It had been foolish of him
to insist on her being the one to sign the contract. Even though
she did outrank the captain, he had asked her purely because he
desired to see her in the flesh again. That need would only lead to
trouble. Seeing her in the flesh would only stir his bloodlust and
bring it out. It would be almost impossible to control his desire
when she was near. It would be dangerous for his crew and for
her.
Van clenched his fists and
strode through the ship.
He had to remember his
place. He couldn’t treat her as though she was only a female, a
normal citizen that he could speak to openly and perhaps even act
upon his desires with.
She was a princess of the
Lyran royal family. He had no place speaking to her outside of
formal situations.
He had no right to want
her.
He closed his eyes as his
bloodlust rose inside him.
He cursed under his breath
and let his control slip.
Right or no right, he
would have her.
****
Chapter
2
Amerii sat patiently
between the two escorts as the small shuttle docked with the Varkan
vessel. Nerves fluttered in her stomach at the thought of seeing
him face to face again. Van. Count of Aeris. Apparently a commander
too. She smiled inside at this twist of fate and thanked Iskara for
his helping hand.
The shuttle jerked her. A
clunk and a hiss announced that they had docked. One of the escorts
left them and she looked at the other one. He was wearing his visor
so she couldn’t see his expression but she could tell from the
compressed line of his lips that he wasn’t the talkative type. The
other one she had met at Sophia’s wedding had been like
him.
Amerii had decided back
then that there were two types of Varkan. The talkative and the
non-talkative. Sirus had been silent, composed, distant almost. She
hadn’t seen him speak to anyone except the Varkans. Regis had been
amiable, smiling and the centre of attention, which she had
expected since it had been his wedding. Van had been, well, she
didn’t quite know where to place him. He had talked and laughed
well enough with Regis and Sophia, and even Sophia’s family and
some of the other guests.
With her, he had been
different. He had hovered somewhere in between the talkative and
non-talkative personalities she had assigned all Varkans. There had
been moments when he had smiled at her, laughed at something she
had said, or said something amusing himself. But there had also
been times when he had fallen quiet and simply looked at her. Those
were the times that she remembered most. She remembered the dark
red of his eyes as they had held her captivated, unable to look
away. They had shown her something that stayed with her.
A hunger that made a
shiver bolt down her spine and her whole body come
alive.
After the wedding, she had
spoken to Sophia about it. Sophia had given her the information
pads on Varka that she had received from Regis and had told her
that Varkans had something called bloodlust and because of that
bloodlust they kept a tight rein on their feelings.
It was then that Amerii
had decided her two types of Varkan were wrong. It wasn’t that one
was talkative and the other not. It was that one was willing to
relinquish a little control, enough to be amiable while still
controlling their bloodlust, and one wasn’t willing.
Regis had accepted lack of
control and had found another way of controlling his hunger. Van
had only been able to do it for short periods. Since he had spoken
to her the longest, she had seen the result of that, the change
between his amiable side and his hunger. The other one, Sirus,
hadn’t relinquished one iota of control.
For some reason that
frightened her.
Just as the man opposite
did.
Was he unwilling to
relinquish control because he didn’t want to feel, or because he
feared his bloodlust