Vareen & Mica (The Alliance Book 2) Read Free

muscled and had to weigh twice as much as her. His black
hair was short, almost to the point of a shorn look. There were faint scars on his face. One along the left cheek, another
across his forehead, and a smaller one on his chin. Nothing that detracted from
his good looks, in her opinion the marks added to his appeal. Along with the
scruff of beard he hadn’t shaved off, she realized the man was entirely too
dangerous to her libido.
    “Okay. I’ll start.” Vareen waved a hand at him. “Who are you?”
      “I am Mica Jataci. My clan is
responsible for meting out justice where I come from. You may call me Mica. Now
my question. Who are you?”
    “I am Vareen Nas. I am the science officer and second in command of the
ship you’re on.” Vareen answered without hesitation. “How did your friends
attack so many guards without injury?”
    Mica’s laughter boomed out startling her. He moved to stand in front of
the barrier right in front of her, his legs braced apart, his hands on his
hips. Vareen couldn’t help but appreciate the flexing of his thigh’s in the
black pants. His black shirt was open at the neck and a few inches of tanned,
smooth skin peeked out. The stance was arrogant and Vareen smiled slightly.
    “We could defeat many times over the kind of guards you have on this ship.
They aren’t a match for our abilities.” His boast made her smile. “What is the
name of this ship?”
    “ The Reliant ,” Vareen quickly
asked her next question. “What are your abilities exactly?” She moved to mimic
his stance. She knew the barrier was active so she gave herself just enough
distance to keep from getting shocked. Her hair had come undone from the bun
she normally wore, and the top of her jumpsuit had opened a few inches. She
matched him in a disheveled appearance at
least.
    His eyes were drawn to the slight swell of her cleavage and Vareen pulled
her arms back so the material opened even further. If she could distract him
enough he might not answer and then she could get a concession.
    “We have the increased speed you saw, along with a heightened sense of
smell. Our strength is increased, and the ability to interpret a threat and
implement a tactic to defeat that threat. We call ourselves valkie warriors. Where
is your home world?” Mica stretched his arms over his head and she watched
fascinated by the show of muscles she got when his shirt gaped open. He was
mimicking her attempt at distraction and it was working.
    What had he asked again? The name of her home world, hadn’t he heard it
before now? Maybe he was testing her to see if she was answering honestly.
    “Cestori.” Vareen licked her suddenly dry lips and went with the truth.
“Where is yours?
    His eyes flew to her mouth. “Titus.”
      “Titus is inhabited by barbarians—”
    “It is not.” Mica puffed up in anger at her words. “We obviously have
different abilities than your people, but we are far from barbaric.”
    “I don’t know, attacking a roomful of people for no reason smacks of
barbarism to me, ” Vareen argued.
    “We woke to find ourselves surrounded by armed males with no memory of
why we were being held. It was instinct for us to defend ourselves and not one of
your puny male’s was killed.” A satisfied look came across his face. “You’ve
broken the rules of our give and take. I get a concession.”
    “I didn’t,” Vareen protested.
    “You did. I answered that I was from Titus. Before I could ask my
question, you accused my people of being barbarians.”
    Vareen thought back and realized he was correct. She did owe him a
concession. With a small thrill, she
wondered what he was going to ask for.

Chapter Two
    Mica had never met someone so enthralling in his twenty-eight years as
the woman before him. She was one of the females he’d heard upon waking in
their medical unit.
    “Now that the extra guards are here
do you think I should add more?” A woman had spoken.
    There were guards? His fighting
instinct