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said to his first lieutenant when he saw the man
was holding the translators.

    The man hurried over to
him and put the small device into his ear for him, and then into
the woman’s.

    “ Now leave,” he
said and was thankful when they did.

    The woman looked up at him
with wide green eyes. They sparkled at him. Beautiful.

    “ If I let go,
will you behave yourself?” he said, hoping the translator would
pick up her language when she spoke.

    “ I can
understand you,” she said with an air of disbelief.

    “ The thing he
put in your ear is a translator. If I let you go?”

    “ Yes,” she
whispered and he released her. He went to the clothes that lay on
the floor and picked them up.

    “ Put these on.”
He tossed them across the room to her and kept his back
turned.

    He tapped his toe
impatiently and stared at the dull grey wall while she dressed. She
was taking a long time. He wondered if it had been a while since
she’d worn clothes.

    “ Done,” she
said and he turned back around to look at her.

    She was truly beautiful
without all the filth. She was sitting on the end of the bed, the
tight blue flight suit hugging her lithe figure and undone to
halfway down her chest. The material squashed her breasts together
and formed a modest cleavage. He swallowed at the memory of how
good they’d looked when she’d been below him. It had been too long
since he’d had a woman, and she was more beautiful than any he’d
had.

    “ Why did you
attack me?” he said.

    “ I thought...”
There was fear in her eyes again.

    “ I wouldn’t do
that to a woman,” he said and paced across the room to the windows.
He opened the shutters and her attention was immediately with the
dark space outside.

    She moved to the window
and pressed her hands against the glass. He’d never seen anyone
look so fascinated before. When she looked at him, there was a
smile in her eyes.

    “ It’s been a
long time since you left the port,” he said and she nodded before
looking back out of the window. “How long have you been working
down there?”

    “ Working?” She
snorted in contempt. “I’m a slave.”

    “ Not
anymore.”

    She scowled at him. “I
still am a slave. He gave me to you because he thought you liked
me... he thought you wanted me. Don’t you want me?”

    He frowned. His better
sense said to deny her words, even though they were true. He did
want her. Something drew him to her, lured him in until he could
only think of her.

    “ How long have
you been a slave?” he said, choosing to ignore what she’d
said.

    “ As long as I
can remember really,” she said and then pulled the translator from
her ear. “How does this work?”

    “ It’s Lyran
technology—” He cut himself off when she looked confused and sighed
as he put the device back into her ear. “It’s Lyran technology. It
knows all languages of the universe and can automatically translate
them.”

    Her brows rose. “Lyran.
You’re a Lyran... and you’re speaking Lyran? And I can understand
you because of this?”

    He nodded.

    “ What language
are you speaking?” he said, figuring it was a better way of asking
her where she was from than asking outright.

    “ In the port,
you couldn’t understand him... but you understood the other man...
you spoke a different language to him.”

    “ Minervan. Pray
to Iskara that that other man, as you put it, doesn’t follow us.
We’re in no shape for another battle with him.” He caught hold of
her hand when she went to take the translator out of her ear again.
She could look at it all she wanted later. Right now, she was going
to answer his questions. “What language are you speaking? It’s not
Sekarian or Minervan, or anything that I recognise.”

    She flashed a smile and
hopped onto the bed. He looked at her where she knelt on the
pillows, staring out of the window. He was beginning to get the
impression she didn’t like answering questions.

    “ What planet
did you call home?” he