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what he was able to get for
us.”
    He handed her the bag.
    “Thank you.” She took it and opened it
up. “A body etching kit.” She handed it to Brom. “You’ll need to
check it for everything you need.”
    Brom stared at the metal container
without comprehension. “What am I doing?”
    “Paint me up. Make me look like
you.”
    What is she
thinking?
    “I need to get on their station to
break the stasis chain keeping us grounded.” She rifled through the
bag with a single-minded determination that surprised
him.
    “How do you plan to do
that?”
    “If they follow protocol, Captain
Na’varr has to appear before the registration officer or site
supervisor. We’ll go with him.” She yanked out a pair of trous and
a dark shirt. “As an Andovian diplomat, he gains special
treatment.”
    So she knew Na’varr was Andovian? How
much had the captain told her?
    Brom watched her shimmy out of the
tunic. His mind stuck to her words but his gaze traveled an
appreciative caress over her curves. He cleared his throat. “What
does that have to do with making you look like a
hybrid?”
    “By law, all Andovian diplomats of the
royal family are authorized two body slave escorts.” She slipped
the shirt on and began buttoning it up. “The escorts can carry no
weapons, only comfort items for the diplomat.” The dark material
shone brilliantly against her pale skin, enhancing both.
    Raesa tugged on the trous. They were
too long and a bit too loose around her waist, but he liked the way
they hugged her ass and thighs.
    “How do you know about this stuff?”
Brom shrugged on a shirt. He caught her warm gaze and grinned at
her appreciative smile.
    Her emotions were like an open book.
That’s why this idea of hers was worrying him.
    “I spent many years studying from
whomever would teach me. My father taught me protocol and
self-defense. I picked up languages with ease from whomever he
could wrangle to spend time with me.” Sadness seemed to well up in
her eyes and he fought the urge to comfort her.
    If he took her in his arms, he’d never
let go, and that was dangerous. “Is that where you gained your
hacking skills?”
    “Among other things, yes. I had an
affinity for machines from an early age. When I dove into
programming, it was just another language.”
    If her speculation on the body slaves
were right, they would be able to get on the ship. So that was why
she wanted the hybrid etching on her skin.
    “What are we going to do about your
Isis collar?”
    She shrugged. “I haven’t made it that
far, yet.”
    Raesa took a slim silver case out of
her black bag and opened it. She held up a gorgeous, carved
stiletto. It shone matte black in the light. No shine. Where did
she get that?
    “A very beautiful woman showed a set of
these to me once.” She pulled out another one. “She said beauty
must be deadly in the world we live in. They are designed to be
worn as hair ornaments. Weapons hiding in plain sight.”
    “You want to become a pretty
plaything.” A hybrid body slave would be easier to overlook than a
human one. With her delicate face and build, she’d be considered
harmless by most men. Brom knew, however, just how deadly she could
be. His jaw still ached to think about it.
    He opened the cosmetic etching kit and
stared into her eyes. “What makes you think I can make you look
like a hybrid?”
    Raesa licked her lips and took in a
slow breath. “My father told me a story once. It was about a mining
colony on an unregistered asteroid.”
    Brom’s chest tightened. The unwelcome
twist in his gut unnerved him.
    “He said a man successfully smuggled
forty-eight hybrid children out of captivity there.”
    Memories of that hellish existence
rushed into his mind. The children were broken, used, and then left
for dead when the ore dried up. Brom cleared his throat and
injected the first color into the etcher. “He probably sold them
into slavery.”
    “That’s the strange part. None of the
children showed up