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will be glad to see you gone.”
    Seta didn’t know what to say to her captain’s parting remarks, especially when they sounded more like a threat than anything else. Nor did she know how to respond to his jab about being glad to be rid of her.
    So she blinked at him calmly as he stalked by her, shoving her arm aside. She watched his rigid back as he stomped to the door and wondered if what he said might be true. Was she lacking in real emotions? Perhaps she needed to ask Rena about Warro’s complaints.
    Warro opened the door on the two men standing there getting ready to knock and held it open for them to enter.
    “Take her,” Ji ordered, sneering at their surprise, knowing they had no idea what prize they were leaving with today. “Lieutenant Trax seems quite anxious to go serve on your tiny ship.”
    Both Dorian’s eyebrows shot into the air as the angry male brushed between Malachi and him, not extending the common courtesy of a professional greeting. By the rules of the Peace Alliance, all ship’s officers were peers regardless of the size of the vessel. Normally the rudeness would have instantly raised his own anger, but after Warro’s sharp statements, Dorian was now very curious about the female he noticed waiting patiently in the middle of the conference room.
    His shock was greater when he saw Malachi’s eyes glowing as the demon walked briskly past him, striding in defiance over to the female.
    “Malachi—wait. Stop. ”
    From doing what, Dorian wasn’t sure, but he feared the demon would do something rash because that had been the case every time his eyes took on that red haze. He looked briefly at his wrist com unit and thought about calling the Liberator for help. Stopping in front of the female, Malachi stood glaring while she stared innocently back.
    Something odd was going on, Dorian thought, but he sensed no imminent danger from anything but Malachi unleashing his wrath. He shut the conference room door behind him and started toward the female himself.
    “She is the one I sensed. It is in her,” Malachi said flatly. “I am forbidden to harm without your permission, Lieutenant Zade. Be quick. I think I can still save you and my host body. She seems to be waiting on me to make a move.”
    Zade put a hand on Malachi’s arm. “Calm yourself and check your information. Are you certain this is a threat?”
    Malachi looked at the female, her gaze confused but unalarmed as it held his. The energy signature was right. The female was obviously a demon host, even though she had taken no action so far. It was likely she was being kept unaware, which meant also somewhere nearby was a master.
    “I swear by the Creators,” Malachi answered, his voice ringing with assurance.
    Dorian looked at the female and saw only a respectful peer gazing at him in confusion, no doubt wondering about his and Malachi’s odd exchange.
    She bowed her head, and then raised it to him again.
    “Lieutenant Seta Trax. And you are?” she asked, wondering why the frowning male’s eyes were glowing red.
    Since hers had a tendency to glow with her own unleashed energy when she was stressed, Seta chose to overlook his odd reaction. Not wanting to insult a new crew mate without more provocation, she turned her attention to the more peaceful of the two males. “Is my appearance so surprising? I have been told my pointed ears are not attractive but have chosen to wear them because they mark me as Ethosian. I respectfully inquire—which of you is Lieutenant Zade?”
    “That would be me,” Dorian answered, letting go of Malachi and bowing his head to the female. Seta repeated her head bow and turned her attention to the still glaring male.
    “And you are, angry sire?” Seta asked, her tone dry as she lifted her chin. Both males were much taller than her, so she was forced to look up at them.
    “This is Senior Medic, Malachi Synar,” Dorian interjected before Malachi could open his mouth and declare himself a demon in a host