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still has
no idea what she was transporting, but she realizes it must be a weapon. When
King Darius spoke her name at one point, she knew he asked her to destroy this
ship, the box and herself.
    It was a relief to know she wasn’t aware of what she carried
on that damn shuttle. Tory clenched his teeth together. Fucking royalty. They
always wanted sacrifices. And her thoughts on that?
    She is…divided.
    Explain.
    All she knows is her duty to the Royal family on Teran
One. To not do as King Darius asked would be painful, unthinkable even, for
her. But she does not want to hurt you.
    Me? Tory blinked. Why the hell wouldn’t she want to
hurt him?
    You are surprised by this?
    Hell yes, I am. She hates me . With good reason. And
considering what he had planned for her, it wasn’t going to get any better. In
fact, he’d rather have her hate. She wasn’t going to give him anything else.
She’d made that crystal clear five years earlier.
    You humans are odd.
    Is this where I thank you? Okay, you can get out of her
head now. I’m going back to my quarters and it’s private.
    Strange that you don’t want to know what she thinks of
what you do to her.
    Is it? Well, I don’t. The Saria bond is personal,
private.
    As you wish.
    “Jezar, you have the bridge. Let’s get a little distance
between the Teran system and us, please. Head for the Merian system.” He strode
off the bridge.
    “What about the bidding?” Dink asked him.
    “When it reaches sixty million leders, call me.”
    The doors shut behind him and he walked purposefully toward
his quarters. It was time to make his Saria pay for her family’s crimes.
    * * * * *
    For the first time in Alex’s life, she was both helpless and
confused. Her arms ached from being stretched above her head. Her ankles
throbbed from her earlier struggle in the restraints. Her thoughts were no
better. Tory had every right to claim her for revenge, for mating. Her King
asked her to go against the most basic rules of that claim. To kill Tory, to
kill herself, to destroy them both, left the blot on his line unavenged. But to
disobey Darius was against her nature and her family’s honor—in short,
everything she was.
    And then, there were these odd feelings Tory brought out in
her. Her life had always been about being in control. He stripped her of all of
it, paring her down to her truest self. Nothing new there. He always had.
    The facts were right in front of her. She’d been wrong. What
rankled most wasn’t that her brother had deceived her. It wasn’t that her
government had wrongly convicted a man. What cut her to the quick was the
knowledge that she’d believed it all, swallowed it all. Five years of doubt now
changed to immediate certainty. He wasn’t a traitor. And she’d been a fool.
    The doors opened and she heard a step behind the screen.
Buttons beeped and the screen rose back up to the ceiling.
    Tory gazed at her. To her absolute embarrassment, her
nipples hardened under his scrutiny. What the hell was wrong with her? He
stepped closer and instead of flinching away in horror, she wanted to lean
toward him. Pull yourself together, soldier .
    “Your arms must be sore.” He pressed a button and the restraints
released her. She stumbled forward into his arms. The warmth of him sent heat
shooting through her body. Damn it. She didn’t want to be so weak. But he did
something for her that no one else did.
    In response, she tried to fight him, but her muscles wouldn’t
obey. They hurt. She hurt. In so many ways. He laid her on the bed and stood
beside it. “I know what you’re planning.”
    Planning? What the fuck was he talking about?
    “You plan to try to blow up this ship and the cargo we took
from you.” Oh. That plan. How the hell did he know that? Another button
pressed and two soft, silky cords appeared from the bed frame near her hips.
Two more appeared near her feet. “You are mine, Alexandra.”
    She shivered when he said her name. Alexandra. He’d called
her