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made a
space sailor blush. “I know better than anyone what the Tradition demands. One
night. That’s all I ask. We can begin her training tomorrow.”
    Thor rubbed the bridge of his nose. “One night and then you
let this go. Whatever’s happened between you two before today needs to be left
in the past. Understand?”
    “Perfectly.” Kirel’s gaze darted to Domenic, who looked past
him into the room where Nelina had disappeared with obvious interest.
“Tomorrow.” His tone held a hint of warning.
    Domenic lifted his hands in surrender. “I can wait.”
    “We’ll post a guard at the door and keep the room locked at
all times,” Thor said. “I wouldn’t put it past her to try to escape.”
    Kirel flashed his silver key. “I know the way out.”
    Once they’d shut the door behind him, shadows closed in
around Kirel from every corner, the darkness of night still and unbroken in the
quiet room. The dust storm had eased from the savage fury it had exhibited
earlier that evening. The colorful rays of the three moons slid through the glass
panes of two windows that flanked an unlit marble hearth.
    A spacious bed draped in translucent cloth took up a large
portion of the room. Even from where he stood, he could tell it was empty.
Likewise the chair facing a smooth wooden desk also sat unoccupied.
    He hadn’t taken more than two steps into the room when an
arm came up from behind him and a hand clamped around his mouth. He felt
something sharp press into the side of his throat through the fabric of the skella .
    “Don’t make a sound and I may let you walk out of here.”
    Kirel’s body went rigid, the breath knocked from his lungs.
It wasn’t the confident determination he heard in Nelina’s voice that stunned
him or even the weapon she held to his throat. It was the way her body molded
to his and her breasts pressed into his back that had him rooted to the spot,
unable to argue.
    “Now, slowly…move forward. You and I are going to have a
little chat. When we’re done talking, you’ll show me how to get out of here.”
She jabbed the sharp end of the item she held deeper into his skin.
“Understand?”
    Oh he understood all right. He understood that the last
eight years of fantasizing about a woman he thought was lost to him forever
didn’t even come close to what he felt at this very moment.
    His cock heated with renewed arousal. She shifted her grip
on the weapon and her nipples raked the muscles of his back slightly, just
enough to send a shiver down his spine.
    Driven by the rush of heat surging through him, Kirel jerked
out of her grip and sprung sideways, grabbing her wrist in the process. He bent
back the bones in her hand until the weapon she carried slipped from her
fingers and into his palm. He felt along the edge of the thin, narrow object
and realized it was a penknife that had likely been on the desk when she’d
arrived.
    Tossing it to the other side of the room so that it cracked
against the hearth, he pulled her to him and wrapped his arm around her waist,
holding her tightly against his body.
    With a small, circular movement of his hips, he ground his
erection into her belly. “You were saying?”
    She struggled against him, tightening her hands into fists
and slamming them against his shoulders. All her wriggling did little to free
her from his grasp. It did, however, cause her breasts to rub across his chest.
The pebbled texture of her nipples scraped his skin as though there were no
barriers between them.
    Kirel’s heart hammered desperately against his rib cage. He
had to see her face. Her body. He had to feast on every inch of her delectable
flesh until she writhed and panted, screaming his name.
    “I was about to say you’re a son of a bitch. Like everyone
else in this forsaken castle. And if you think I’m staying here a minute longer
than absolutely necessary, you’re out of your mind.”
    She looked up then, her sapphire eyes narrowing with
ferocious anger as her gaze met