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To. You. Not while I live.” Ooh, now the grouchy brother sounded pissed . And damn possessive.
“Thanks, Wulf, I think.” She grinned at the camera. “That sort of sounded like a promise and a threat.”
“You are correct, gemate . I promise you will survive so that I might punish you for placing your life in danger.”
“Wulf? Tone, son.” A male voice admonished the very grouchy captain.
“Ambassador Maren? Is that you?” Mel asked as she turned left and climbed down a ladder to the level just above the engine room.
“Yes, my dear. It is.”
She smiled at the affectionate tone in his voice. “Am I nearing the first active trap?” All of a sudden, dizziness assailed her. Her breathing grew uneven as she gasped to take in enough oxygen to stop the vertigo.
“Uh, guys?” She coughed, her throat burning. “My breathing unit is going stale. Can I take it off?”
“After this trap, lubha. ” Wulf said, his voice now calm and all business.
His words, or his voice, steadied her. Her pulse rate slowed back to normal and her breathing eased. How weird. She hadn’t even realized she’d tensed up and exacerbated the situation.
Then the meaning of the last word sunk in. “I am not your little love , Captain,” she snapped. “I am not little and have never been any man’s love.”
“I am happy to hear that, gemate. And you will be small next to me.” Wulf chuckled.
Grouchy brother was laughing? Was this the same man who’d growled at her earlier?
He changed moods so quickly she couldn’t keep up with him.
“What’s so funny?” she snarled.
“Nothing, Melina—And my name is Wulf,” he admonished. Irritation definitely colored those last words, she noted. “Now, be calm,” he continued. “You need the breathing unit to get you through the next trap. It is poison gas.”
“Great. Does it poison on contact or just through breathing? Or both?” she asked, cautiously approaching a section of tunnel hazed with mist.
“Cursed independent woman, you must learn to trust me. I would never send you into danger unprepared,” growled Wulf, then he sighed. “It is only through breathing, lubha —keep the mask on. The trap is only ten meters long.”
“I don’t know you well enough to trust you,” Mel grumbled.
“Then trust me because I am an ally and fellow soldier,” ordered Wulf.
Mel nodded and sent him a snappy salute. She entered the mist and walked quickly through it bracing her hand on the wall for support since she was still dizzy and now seeing double. Her breathing unit wouldn’t keep her alive long in this stuff if she fell.
As she exited the mist, her knees gave way. She stumbled forward several more meters, then plopped onto the floor, catching herself on her hands and knees, before collapsing onto her stomach.
“Melina? What’s wrong?”
Wulf’s voice was filled with fear. That bothered her. He must never be scared—not a big strong Prime male. She would not allow that. As if she could do anything about it.
She would’ve shrugged, but it took too much energy.
Suddenly, her pulse accelerated as adrenaline poured into her system. It was as if Wulf’s fear had become—and exacerbated—hers, giving her the extra chemical boost needed to make it further away from the mist still trailing around her. That was crazy.
She had no connection to him.
Damn, she must be more light-headed than she’d thought.
Using the new-found reserves, she belly-crawled along the tunnel floor, putting as much distance between her and the poison behind her.
The tunnel whirled around her as if she was in zero gravity space. Her empty stomach heaved. She snatched the breathing unit off her face, then choked and gagged.
Only bile came up.
“Melina, lubha ? Are you okay? Tell me!”
The command in Wulf’s tone raised the hairs on the back of her neck. Why did this man affect her so? She shook her head and gulped in the relatively fresher air of the tunnel.
“I’m … fine,” she
“Thanks, Wulf, I think.” She grinned at the camera. “That sort of sounded like a promise and a threat.”
“You are correct, gemate . I promise you will survive so that I might punish you for placing your life in danger.”
“Wulf? Tone, son.” A male voice admonished the very grouchy captain.
“Ambassador Maren? Is that you?” Mel asked as she turned left and climbed down a ladder to the level just above the engine room.
“Yes, my dear. It is.”
She smiled at the affectionate tone in his voice. “Am I nearing the first active trap?” All of a sudden, dizziness assailed her. Her breathing grew uneven as she gasped to take in enough oxygen to stop the vertigo.
“Uh, guys?” She coughed, her throat burning. “My breathing unit is going stale. Can I take it off?”
“After this trap, lubha. ” Wulf said, his voice now calm and all business.
His words, or his voice, steadied her. Her pulse rate slowed back to normal and her breathing eased. How weird. She hadn’t even realized she’d tensed up and exacerbated the situation.
Then the meaning of the last word sunk in. “I am not your little love , Captain,” she snapped. “I am not little and have never been any man’s love.”
“I am happy to hear that, gemate. And you will be small next to me.” Wulf chuckled.
Grouchy brother was laughing? Was this the same man who’d growled at her earlier?
He changed moods so quickly she couldn’t keep up with him.
“What’s so funny?” she snarled.
“Nothing, Melina—And my name is Wulf,” he admonished. Irritation definitely colored those last words, she noted. “Now, be calm,” he continued. “You need the breathing unit to get you through the next trap. It is poison gas.”
“Great. Does it poison on contact or just through breathing? Or both?” she asked, cautiously approaching a section of tunnel hazed with mist.
“Cursed independent woman, you must learn to trust me. I would never send you into danger unprepared,” growled Wulf, then he sighed. “It is only through breathing, lubha —keep the mask on. The trap is only ten meters long.”
“I don’t know you well enough to trust you,” Mel grumbled.
“Then trust me because I am an ally and fellow soldier,” ordered Wulf.
Mel nodded and sent him a snappy salute. She entered the mist and walked quickly through it bracing her hand on the wall for support since she was still dizzy and now seeing double. Her breathing unit wouldn’t keep her alive long in this stuff if she fell.
As she exited the mist, her knees gave way. She stumbled forward several more meters, then plopped onto the floor, catching herself on her hands and knees, before collapsing onto her stomach.
“Melina? What’s wrong?”
Wulf’s voice was filled with fear. That bothered her. He must never be scared—not a big strong Prime male. She would not allow that. As if she could do anything about it.
She would’ve shrugged, but it took too much energy.
Suddenly, her pulse accelerated as adrenaline poured into her system. It was as if Wulf’s fear had become—and exacerbated—hers, giving her the extra chemical boost needed to make it further away from the mist still trailing around her. That was crazy.
She had no connection to him.
Damn, she must be more light-headed than she’d thought.
Using the new-found reserves, she belly-crawled along the tunnel floor, putting as much distance between her and the poison behind her.
The tunnel whirled around her as if she was in zero gravity space. Her empty stomach heaved. She snatched the breathing unit off her face, then choked and gagged.
Only bile came up.
“Melina, lubha ? Are you okay? Tell me!”
The command in Wulf’s tone raised the hairs on the back of her neck. Why did this man affect her so? She shook her head and gulped in the relatively fresher air of the tunnel.
“I’m … fine,” she
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