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upon her as if he wanted to devour every inch of
her.
    “Where am I?” Her throat was so dry, her palms
sweaty, and her heart beating a fast rhythm.
    “On our ship,” he said evenly, but didn’t move
closer. For that she was so thankful.
    She looked around again, and then faced her alien
savior—or abductor—once more. Licking her lips, she nodded slowly, trying to
decide how to best proceed. On the one hand this male clearly saved her life.
She remembered falling to the ground, and then everything had gone black. That Razzora Beast was right on her heels, but somehow, by some
miracle, this man had come to her rescue. But what did he want in return for
keeping her safe, and clearly mending her health?
    He moved away from the entryway and over to the
contraption that displayed this weird language full of symbols, shapes, and
flashing lights. It was the machine she was currently hooked up to, and her
heart started working overtime as she watched him punch in some commands. But
she didn’t know what she expected him to do. Hurt her after saving her? Make
her some kind of slave to his people? She had seen many aliens while onboard
that auction cargo ship, but she had never seen this demon-looking breed. His
body itself was frightening just in the height and muscle mass. He was easily
seven feet tall, and even though she was five-foot-eight inches in human
height, which was above average for her species, this man made her look tiny
and childlike. His red tinted skin also cemented the thought that he resembled
one of the demon species that lived on the hotter planets in the galaxy. His
back was massive and broad, with muscles that were layered and bunched beneath
the other. But it was the dark wing tattoos that covered the entire space of
his red back that had her transfixed. Was that just a marking of his kind, or
did wings come out of his muscular flesh? She knew many breeds had the ability
to transform their shapes, whether it being turning into horrid looking beasts,
having extra deadly limbs, or even having wings sprout from their bodies.
    “How do you feel?” he asked and then turned around.
His chest had these strange lines over his pectoral muscles. Maybe war wounds, or war markings of his victories? His eyes were the
same dark, cold blackness that matched his short black hair and the ink on his
back. And then there were the deadly looking claws that tipped his fingers,
ones that looked like they could tear her apart with no effort.
    God, she was here sizing him up and she had no clue
what he wanted with her. “I’m fine,” she said softly.
    He nodded once and went back to crossing his arms
over his chest. He kept his stare on her, as if it were some kind of tether to her and he couldn’t break it. “I can see the nutrients Thorque gave you are already putting some meat on your
bones.”
    She knitted her brows and glanced down, only to see
that her belly wasn’t as concave as it had been , her
ribs were not protruding as much as they were earlier, and that she didn’t have
that gnawing hunger in the pit of her stomach.
    “What are you planning on doing with me?” She pushed
everything else aside and focused on why she was here, and what he, or they , planned on doing with her.
    “I’m Brawn, and currently you’re on the spacecraft I
have with my two brothers, Thorque and Lukin .” He was silent for a moment, possibly to have her
processing that information.
    So she was on an alien spaceship with not one demon
looking male, but three. She glanced at the tube in her arm, and as if she said
the words out loud, Brawn was standing right beside her and disconnecting it from
her.
    “What are you called?” he asked.
    She ran her palms over her thighs and took a
steadying breath. “ Minka .” She had no last name. No humans did. She knew before the collapse of her
species’ home planet, Earth, far before she was even born, humans had thrived. Minka didn’t even know if the stories she had heard were
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