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    Fuck . He never would have left any child of his here on this prison planet, swarmed with his enemies. It would be a bad death, yet her father apparently hadn’t seen it that way. Well, he wasn’t leaving her behind. If things had gone according to his plan, the world outside this building had just caught fire and there would be a planet-wide riot. Death, destruction, and utter mayhem.  
    “Come on, then.”
    “Where am I to sit?”
    He climbed into the ship. “Right here.”
    She blushed and shook her head.
    “You had no trouble touching me when you thought I was frozen.”
    “I…I’m sorry.”
    She stood there, trembling. Alone and afraid. There was still part of him that wanted to punish her for her father’s crimes. She had his nose, his jaw… but her eyes were something else altogether.
    There were like the sky on his home planet, and they reminded him of days long past.
    “Maybe you’re confused about what’s happening here. I’m kidnapping you. I didn’t ask. Get. In.” He nodded to the hall behind her that had just filled with rioting inmates. “Unless you want to stay with them.”
    She scrambled up the dock and dumped herself unceremoniously in his lap. The ship closed around them as they prepared for launch.
    Mercy was just a bit of a thing, and he leaned his chin over her shoulder to hurry through the pre-flight checks. The sooner the engine ignited, the sooner the ravenous mob would be incinerated if they attempted to impede his progress.
    She squirmed again, obviously trying to get comfortable. Her movement did nothing for his comfort level, since she rubbed her ass all over his dick. He knew she wasn’t doing it on purpose, but he couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like if she was.
    He gritted his teeth and grasped her hips. “Be still, woman.”
    “I can’t. There’s something poking me.” She squirmed again, grinding her sweet ass against him.
    He closed his eyes. Poking her. Valhalla help him . He increased the pressure of his grasp and leaned closer to her ear and the scent of some blooming flower filled his senses. “It’s going to keep poking you until you settle down. Get me?”
    She froze. “I…uh…”
    “Just be still, or we’re going to die here.”
    She was so still that for a moment, he was sure she could’ve faked being the statue.
    Magnus finished the pre-flight checks and just as the crowd poured over them like scurrying ants. The engines growled to life with a tell-tale roar. Launch was imminent and they scattered like those same, tiny ants when the thrusters ignited. Flames filled the bay and they were catapulted up past the stratosphere where the pretty blue sky merged into an ink black eternity and the stars became tangible.
    It was only then that she sagged against him, settled as if that was the place where she belonged.
    “Why aren’t you afraid?” Magnus asked her before he could think better of it.
    “What purpose would it serve to show you fear? You are called destroyer for a reason. You will do as you see fit, and I will…” she trailed off for a moment. “Deal with it as I must.”
    “You didn’t have to come.”
    “Didn’t I? I remember you telling me that I was confused because you didn’t ask me. It was an order or no—you’re kidnapping me.” She nodded. “That’s what it was.”
    “And I could have forced you to obey me how?” Her hair was soft and silky against his skin. He wanted to touch it.
    “In truth, you were the better choice. Is that what you wanted to hear?”
    Vulnerability came so easily to her. She didn’t hesitate to show him her weaknesses. He found that idea to be rather terrifying. He’d never show his weaknesses, yet, in her, it didn’t make her seem fragile. It made her strong.
    They both knew he hated her father. They both knew he could hurt her. He was bigger, stronger, faster, and they were alone in the far, dark reaches of space. Still, she rested against him, breathing even and relaxed