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the end painting the walls a faded
red.
My heart skipped a beat and I
ground my teeth, staring at that light. It was the light of the moon’s surface.
All I had to do was run through the passageway, activate my jet cycle’s
return-to-me system via the trigger I’d planted in the sole of my boot, climb
astride and I was away.
Fifty yards and I was gone.
Finally, I turned and looked at
Torr. Ran my gaze over his sleeping form. Burned the memory of his image into
my mind, my soul.
Mine to claim. Mine to fuck.
Mine to—
I didn’t want to know how that
thought finished. It was too daunting. Too scary. I spun on my heel and fled
down the passageway.
The first cowardly act of my life.
And despite spending the entire
twenty minutes flinging across the moon’s surface on my jet cycle, and the
entire thirty-minute return flight to Port Mercy in the shuttle telling myself
I’d done the right thing, I still felt as if I’d just ripped my own heart from
my chest.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
* * * * *
“Where the fuck have you been?”
I jumped at Fraz’s furious yell,
banging the back of my head on the shower spout with enough force that black
stars filled my vision. Shyte , that hurt.
Slamming my hand against the water
flow regulator, I turned, glaring at my partner as I stepped—dripping wet and
entirely too naked—from the shower cubicle. “Fucking.” I snatched up a towel,
wrapped it around my torso and pushed past him, grabbing my clothes as I did
so. Fifteen minutes standing under icy cold water, staring at the gray metal
wall, had done nothing to destroy the churning ache in my stomach and chest.
Fifteen minutes spent trying to forget a man I knew I never could. Fifteen
minutes trying to ignore the last word of a thought forever branded in my soul.
Mine to claim. Mine to fuck.
Mine to—
“Well, while you were getting
laid,” Fraz followed me from the tiny bathroom into our apartment, “I was doing
some GU work.”
I paused halfway through shoving
one damp leg into my combat trousers and gave him a sharp look over my wet
shoulder. “You found our perp?”
Fraz smiled, and if my mind weren’t
so preoccupied with a certain bloody dragon shifter, I would have flinched.
Whatever my partner had been up to while I was screwing around—both literally
and psychologically—he was proud of it.
“Found him.” He nodded, his slitted
eyes glinting with malicious glee. “And if you hurry the fuck up and get
dressed, we can nail him.”
I yanked my trousers up and pulled
on my vest. My heart started slamming in my chest. This was what I needed.
Something to keep my stupid, preoccupied mind off Torr. “Details,” I barked,
grabbing my gutting blade from the end of my bunk and sliding it into its
sheath at the base of my spine. It was the only one I had left after leaving
the rest of my bladed arsenal—as well as Fraz’s favorite blade—back on Torr’s
moon. As soon as we had the spice dealer locked up, I’d have to go on a
shopping spree.
Fraz smirked, a wholly unnerving
expression from someone with such a nasty face. “Spied him in Steam last night.
Just before that walking mountain Jareth chucked him out. I followed him until
he stopped at the BDSM joint next to the gym.” Fraz’s smirk stretched wider,
showing a frightening number of needle-sharp teeth. “It seems our spice
dealer’s got a taste for highly illegal Slessorian anal probes.”
I frowned, scraping my wet hair
into a rather messy knot at the back of my head. “And?”
Fraz chuckled, throwing one of my
boots at me. “And Your Pain Is My Pleasure is currently out of stock of highly
illegal Slessorian anal probes.”
My own smirk pulled at my lips.
“Let me guess? You just happened to know where to get your hands on some and
offered to supply him.” I pushed my left foot into my boot and caught the right
as Fraz tossed it to me. “Aren’t you a considerate little Bo’aa.”
Fraz winked. “Just sticking to my
species’
red.
My heart skipped a beat and I
ground my teeth, staring at that light. It was the light of the moon’s surface.
All I had to do was run through the passageway, activate my jet cycle’s
return-to-me system via the trigger I’d planted in the sole of my boot, climb
astride and I was away.
Fifty yards and I was gone.
Finally, I turned and looked at
Torr. Ran my gaze over his sleeping form. Burned the memory of his image into
my mind, my soul.
Mine to claim. Mine to fuck.
Mine to—
I didn’t want to know how that
thought finished. It was too daunting. Too scary. I spun on my heel and fled
down the passageway.
The first cowardly act of my life.
And despite spending the entire
twenty minutes flinging across the moon’s surface on my jet cycle, and the
entire thirty-minute return flight to Port Mercy in the shuttle telling myself
I’d done the right thing, I still felt as if I’d just ripped my own heart from
my chest.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
* * * * *
“Where the fuck have you been?”
I jumped at Fraz’s furious yell,
banging the back of my head on the shower spout with enough force that black
stars filled my vision. Shyte , that hurt.
Slamming my hand against the water
flow regulator, I turned, glaring at my partner as I stepped—dripping wet and
entirely too naked—from the shower cubicle. “Fucking.” I snatched up a towel,
wrapped it around my torso and pushed past him, grabbing my clothes as I did
so. Fifteen minutes standing under icy cold water, staring at the gray metal
wall, had done nothing to destroy the churning ache in my stomach and chest.
Fifteen minutes spent trying to forget a man I knew I never could. Fifteen
minutes trying to ignore the last word of a thought forever branded in my soul.
Mine to claim. Mine to fuck.
Mine to—
“Well, while you were getting
laid,” Fraz followed me from the tiny bathroom into our apartment, “I was doing
some GU work.”
I paused halfway through shoving
one damp leg into my combat trousers and gave him a sharp look over my wet
shoulder. “You found our perp?”
Fraz smiled, and if my mind weren’t
so preoccupied with a certain bloody dragon shifter, I would have flinched.
Whatever my partner had been up to while I was screwing around—both literally
and psychologically—he was proud of it.
“Found him.” He nodded, his slitted
eyes glinting with malicious glee. “And if you hurry the fuck up and get
dressed, we can nail him.”
I yanked my trousers up and pulled
on my vest. My heart started slamming in my chest. This was what I needed.
Something to keep my stupid, preoccupied mind off Torr. “Details,” I barked,
grabbing my gutting blade from the end of my bunk and sliding it into its
sheath at the base of my spine. It was the only one I had left after leaving
the rest of my bladed arsenal—as well as Fraz’s favorite blade—back on Torr’s
moon. As soon as we had the spice dealer locked up, I’d have to go on a
shopping spree.
Fraz smirked, a wholly unnerving
expression from someone with such a nasty face. “Spied him in Steam last night.
Just before that walking mountain Jareth chucked him out. I followed him until
he stopped at the BDSM joint next to the gym.” Fraz’s smirk stretched wider,
showing a frightening number of needle-sharp teeth. “It seems our spice
dealer’s got a taste for highly illegal Slessorian anal probes.”
I frowned, scraping my wet hair
into a rather messy knot at the back of my head. “And?”
Fraz chuckled, throwing one of my
boots at me. “And Your Pain Is My Pleasure is currently out of stock of highly
illegal Slessorian anal probes.”
My own smirk pulled at my lips.
“Let me guess? You just happened to know where to get your hands on some and
offered to supply him.” I pushed my left foot into my boot and caught the right
as Fraz tossed it to me. “Aren’t you a considerate little Bo’aa.”
Fraz winked. “Just sticking to my
species’
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