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the grim hybrid.
Gone was his playful banter and in its place was the dark avenger
she’d heard stories about. Truth was so much stranger than fiction.
She expected fear and anger, but his change actually hurt her heart
a bit.
    “Captain. A word.” Brom glared at her
and tilted his head toward Na’varr. The captain came to his
side.
    Raesa stood demurely with her hands
clasped in front of her. She wanted to appear harmless.
    Brom watched her. “Do we trust?” They’d
dropped into Arnek and Raesa kept her face
expressionless.
    “No. We protect her.”
    Protect?
    “Protect?” His question mirrored her
thoughts. Brom curled his lip over a fang, making him look
dangerous.
    A shudder of longing tore through her.
A bittersweet smell surrounded her and the insistent hunger of lust
made her pussy tingle with expectation.
    Brom’s gaze slid down her
body and back up. “She is suffering. Injuries to her shoulder and
side. They’ve also given her soalchik .”
    The word soalchik was new. It didn’t
have the same harsh consonant sounds of the mercenary
tongue.
    Na’varr turned to look at Raesa. “Take
care of it. She’s yours, but precious.”
    Confusion warred with worry. Take care
of what? Was it her wounds? She wanted to ask questions, but
letting them know she understood Arnek would make things more
complicated. Raesa dropped her attention to her hands where they
were clenched in the skimpy material of her dress. When had that
happened?
    Things weren’t working the way she’d
planned.
    The captain’s body came into her view
and his finger touched her chin. With the lightest pressure, he
eased her head up. She met his stare with one of her
own.
    “I leave you to Brom’s care. He will
help you through this.”
    Help her? She straightened her spine
and stepped away from his too-tempting warmth. “I can manage my own
wounds. You probably need him elsewhere.”
    Na’varr tilted his head and bent closer
so that his mouth was an inch from hers. “Do you think I’d leave a
notorious hacker like you alone?”
    Instense pleasure at his compliment
rose up inside her. It tempered her frustration. Of course it
wouldn’t be that easy. “I wouldn’t call myself
notorious.”
    “Your father did, often.” His gaze
softened and emotion knotted in her throat. “I trust few with my
life and the things I hold dear. Only Brom can be by your
side.”
    Her heart fluttered shamelessly. He was
entirely too smooth for her sanity. She steeled her
resolve.
    In that moment, Na’varr captured her
face in his hands and kissed her.
    Surprise stole her breath. His lips
were warm and softer than she’d imagined. The skilled slide of his
mouth on hers brought her lust to a frantic peak and she
moaned.
    The first brush of his tongue against
her lower lip caused her to open with a gasp. His tongue swept in.
Damn, she loved a man who could kiss. He teased another moan from
her before pulling away.
    He clenched her to him, burying her
face against the smooth cloth of his shirt. The evidence of his
arousal pressed against her stomach. His heart hammered beneath her
ear while they both regained their breath.
    “Duty calls.” He held her tight for an
instant and then buried his hands in her hair. She stared into his
eyes and his gaze burned hot with lust.
    A lust she was more than willing to
return.
    Another man’s body pressed against her
back and she jerked in surprise. Brom? His arms came around her
waist and captured her hands against her stomach.
    Na’varr reached up to move her hair
over one shoulder exposing her neck. Brom’s hot mouth tasted her
skin and she shivered.
    Na’varr caressed her cheek and she
arched into his touch.
    The captain groaned. “You’re
dangerous.” He kissed her again, a hard press of lips, before
pulling away.
    Brom’s arms tightened around her and he
scraped his teeth against her throat, sending little arcs of lust
throughout her body.
    Her heart slammed in her chest. What
the hell was he talking