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back into the vehicle and wrapped the blanket around her, and as Tara sat there
in silence while the other vehicle approached, she realized she hadn’t
protested a single thing he’d done since leaving her house. When the hell had
she lost all sense or reason? She’d never in her life let a man call all the
shots, not even Mannie. Yet with Romy she’d been so meek and accommodating. And
slutty. Hell, she’d seduced the man by playing with herself naked in the
hovercraft. Tara didn’t do exhibitionism. Yet right now she’d drop everything
and let Romy fuck her in front of the others if he asked.
    Had he somehow messed with her mind, as well as her body?
    He stepped around the car to wait by the hood while the
occupants of the other craft got out. Four men stood staring at him.
    “Oh good,” one of them said. “We didn’t miss you after all, Luke .”
    Romy waved a hand back at her, and suddenly the doors locked
and cool air filtered through the vents as the engine started. Stunned, she
stared at Romy’s back, comprehending her lover had more than one psychic gift.
He was Otra, she reminded herself.
    Just like me.
    Being Otra certainly accounted for her ability to heal, to
at times push others into doing what she suggested. No psychic human
with an odd burst of power, but a full-fledged Otra, by Romy’s accounting. She
glanced at the Otra looming near him and wondered if she could help him deal
with these troublemakers.
    Romy? she sent him, not sure if he would hear her or
not.
    Sit tight and don’t leave the hovercraft. Don’t worry, veyou .
This will be over soon.
    Both pleased and a little astonished at his thoughts in her
mind, she nodded, then replied so he could hear her, Be careful . Focused
on Romy, she saw the odd bands of energy that before had been splintered within
him. Now the energy intertwined, creating a bright, thick shield that encased
him from head to toe.
    “Trotter’s pissed. You might as well just give her to us.”
The largest of the Otra approaching sniffed, and his eyes widened. He mumbled
something to the others, and they all angled to look at her. “Fuck Trotter.
She’s in Selection. Tell you what. You give us the female, and we’ll make it
sporting.” The malicious grin on his face made her want to pound him into
tomorrow. He looked at the male nearest him. “Fifty creds says he makes it
around the bend before I blow his ass up.”
    “You’re on, Pachi.”
    The others laughed, but Romy shook his head. “Fellas, I
don’t want to hurt you. But I will. Tara Drake is no longer Trotter’s concern,
or yours. Back off and you’ll live longer.”
    “You’ve got to be shitting me.” Pachi’s eyes narrowed.
“She’s in Selection. Just how the hell do you think you’re going to leave with
her against four tougher, stronger men?”
    Pachi thrust out his hands and energy lit his fingertips.
None of her friends had ever seen the energy she often saw in the Otra. She
could only hope Romy saw it.
    Romy, look out. As soon as she spoke, she saw that
the warning hadn’t been necessary.
    Romy put up a hand at the same time Pachi shot a second wave
at him. Deflecting both bursts, Romy forced the rebounds at two of the silent
muscle in the group, knocking them unconscious.
    Pachi fumed, as did the remaining Otra on his feet. “You
fucking freak. Fica, toast his ass.”
    Fica grinned and his eyes turned white . Startled, she
watched in awe and fear as lightning met his outstretched hand.
    Romy sighed. “Seriously, is this the best you can do?” He
stared hard and the Otras’ hovercraft exploded. Fire shot high into the sky and
metal flew everywhere, except for the small shield around her and Romy’s
vehicle. Romy then turned the lightning bolt sent his way into the ground and
mentally lifted Fica several feet in the air before throwing him into a nearby
tree. A loud snap indicated he’d probably broken a bone, if not several.
    “I’m giving you a last opportunity to leave.”