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though she was hiding his mystery human in her baggy flight
suit. “Inform her I will board her ship,” he told Ug.
    “Like hell you will.” She stood protectively between him and
Ship, her hands on her hips, her boots braced apart, and she glared up, up, up
at him. Fuck. He was big, almost as tall as Ug. “I don’t know who you
think you are, but unless you can show me a warrant from the Federation
authorizing your search, you’re not getting on my ship.”
    “Ray,” Ug rumbled a warning.
    The Balazoid’s red gaze gripped her once more, but this time
she was prepared, pressing her back against the pillar, her body steeled
against his silent bullying. As her heart constricted and her lungs burned, she
didn’t blink, her chin tilted upward defiantly. Must…protect… Moisture
trickled from her nostrils, the metallic scent of blood staining the air, and
the room grew alarmingly dark.
    “She is a woman,” the pale stranger sneered, ending the
torture. Raylee sucked in deep breaths of air, her energy zapped, her legs
shaking. “I’m looking for a great warrior. He wouldn’t align himself with a
weak woman.”
    She clenched her hands into fists and forced her body to
straighten. “Why, you—”
    “Ray,” Ug cautioned once more.
    “I will search the freighter in the east dock,” the Balazoid
arrogantly informed Ug. “Its captain is male and served in the Federation
Elites.” His feet didn’t touch the ground as he moved, his black coat flapping
behind him.
    Female-hater. Raylee glared at his back.
    “Get the grrap out of here, Ray,” Ug murmured,
slapping a square of pastel-yellow fabric into her hands as he passed.
    Raylee wiped at the blood dripping from her nose as she
stomped up the ramp. “Ship, is everything ready for takeoff?” She hurried
through the corridor, heading toward the bridge.
    “You must be asking about the cargo, which is safely stowed,
as I am always ready for takeoff,” Ship snipped. “I am a class-A freighter, the
finest of our kind. I can—”
    “Yes, yes.” She plunked down in her comfy captain’s chair,
the leather worn to fit her ass perfectly. “You can reenergize in mere minutes.
You are a marvel of modern engineering. You can dazzle me with your specs
during the long flight.” The main viewscreen was unveiled, displaying the
closed docking port. “Right now, we need to leave Ungaria, heading to the
planet Celia in the Spectra Quadrant. I hope you know where that is, because I
sure the hell don’t.” She typed the information into her console. “And make it
quick before the Balazoid changes his mind about boarding us.”
    “What is one more passenger?” Ship’s question was loaded
with sarcasm. All of the lights flickered as energy was redirected to the
engine. “We’ve already been boarded by a human.”
    “What?” Raylee raised her head. The Balazoid searched for a
human, but no, Ship would never allow an unauthorized entity to invade him, not
after…not after. “Where is the human now?” The docking port opened, revealing a
sky clear and perfect for flying.
    “Your sleeping chamber.” Ship vibrated under her ass, his
engines rumbling to full capacity.
    “Visual, please.” A view of her cabin stretched across the
screen. Sexy sat on the edge of her bed, hunched over the microchip in his
hands. “That is Sexy, Ship.” Raylee rolled her eyes. “Wreak your revenge on him
later. Concentrate on getting us into orbit now.” She pushed the thruster
forward.
    “Unlike humans, I can multitask. I—”
    “Ship,” she barked, and they shot forward, the force of
their takeoff pushing her back against her seat. Better than sex. She
grinned, her teeth rattling, her blood pumping.
    * * * * *
    “Fuck. He hurt her,” Vegas fumed to his robotic twin as he
reconnected the android’s battle chip. “Twice. Any other damn woman would back
away after the first time, but not my mate.” He shook his head, torn between
pride and absolute terror. “She’s