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two
rocks together, and then again. After a short time there was a
decent fire going, warming the space around them.
    Finally seeing the demon felt awkward. He
didn’t know it, but he was the first male to touch her, without
causing pain, in nearly four hundred years. She could still smell
him on her, and she hated herself for savoring it. He was still
shirtless, and it didn’t help that his chest was sculpted to
perfection, even under all those scars. He was unnervingly
attractive.
    “ There, that’s better,” the
demon said, when he was satisfied with the fire’s size. The chamber
was larger than she initially assumed. The ceiling curved into an
uneven dome, and sporadic columns of rock formations cast ominous
shadows every which way.
    No ice or snow was present. It had been a
long time since she’d seen sand and dirt, or bare stone. Outside,
the temperature never grew warm enough for the snow to melt down.
It just grew in layers, the landscape ever changing.
    The demon took a seat on a boulder, watching
her as she studied her surroundings. She should be looking for a
weapon, not marveling at the walls, but they were strangely
fascinating as the firelight bounced off them, creating shimmering
pockets of light and dark.
    “ The reason we came here,”
the demon began, “was to find you, Nadua.”
    She stilled at the use of
her name. She hadn’t told it to him, but it was possible he heard
it from one of her guards. “Is that so? What a coincidence
that I be the one
you’re searching for. And that I was there just when you
landed.”
    “ Where your father is
concerned, I don’t think I can believe in coincidences. And it was
Anya who sensed where you might be.”
    Nadua claimed a seat across
from him, keeping the fire between them. “Ah, you know my father,
as well as my sister... Anya .”
    “ No, I’ve never met your
father, and why do you say her name like that?”
    She hadn’t meant to sound so dubious, but
his story was so poorly strewn together. “Why did you not tell me
any of this when I asked?”
    “ I had no idea who you
were. I figured you were one of them.” His eyes unabashedly skimmed
her body. “I should have known when you gave me that peek
show.”
    Nadua’s teeth gnashed together. “That
wasn’t...That was just...”
    “ You left me aching bad
that night. Left me wondering how the rest of you would look.” He
gave a sexy grin. “I must say, I’m not disappointed.”
    Cheeks flaming, she scrambled for the
closest fist-sized rock. “I will fight you if you try
anything.”
    His features hardened. “I’m not going to
hurt you. Just like what I see, is all.”
    She relaxed a bit, but held onto her
primitive weapon. “Please, just continue.”
    The demon proceeded to tell
her how this Anya person had found her way onto Marada after being enslaved on a ship
called Extarga .
Which was absurd. Not only would her father never allow that to
happen, but Nadua—master of eavesdropping on her father—had learned
the intended locations of all her sisters, and a ship named Extarga had not been one
of them.
    He continued with details
of their lengthy journey through space—expedited by Anya’s ability to provide
energy to the ship, nearly dying in the process—to find a book,
written by their father, King Alestar. The book provided them with
her location on Undewla.
    Then he went into a tale even less
believable. “I overheard your men conspiring against you. The two
that were with you, the first night we spoke, were plotting to kill
you last night and blame the rebel, who they had also set free.
That’s why I took...extreme...measures to get you out of there. I
don’t believe all your men are in on it, but I can’t be sure.”
    Nadua took it all in, and
tried not to laugh. “But according to you, you didn’t even know who
I was before you rushed to my rescue . Why bother risking your life
to save a stranger who threatened to torture you?”
    “ Before I knew you were
Nadua, I was