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said in unison, but the looks on their faces spoke anything but remorse.
    John simply shrugged. “We had a visitor, Hedon Dubrova.”
    Julien paused and stared off in the distance for a moment or two. Kass remembered this habit when he was analyzing a person’s motivations. “What was he here for?”
    “He said he had vital information about the sale of slaves into the Midnight Sun Provinces.”
    Kass shuddered at that prospect. The Midnight Sun were an ancient civilization that existed in almost inhuman conditions. They lived in a part of the world where the sun shone for months and then their world plunged into darkness for the same amount of time. The snow never left the ground, and it was bitterly cold all the time.
    “I’m surprised that he’s gotten involved.” Julien looked disturbed by this visitor. “Last I heard he’d gotten away from the slaves because there wasn’t enough money for him. Have you validated his information?”
    John shook his head. “I’m waiting to hear back from some of our contacts. Unless you’ve heard something about this, Kassie?”
    Kass shook her head. “Rumors of course, but nothing concrete. The information that comes out of the Midnight Sun provinces is never that reliable. I’ll contact some people I know and see what information I can get for you. As soon as my crew is secured on my ship, I’ll be on my way to get some answers for you.”
    Julien wrapped his arm around her waist, anchoring her to him like a steel band as they walked down a hallway. “We’ll be in my office, John. Kassandra and I need to discuss a few matters.”
    “Yes, sir,” John replied. “I’ll let Cook know that you have a guest on board.” He turned and headed down a different hallway.
    “This is a waste of time, Julien. I can be more effective on my ship gathering information than sitting here on whichever shelf you choose to place me.” There were people she could question and find some of the answers he was looking for, if only he would let her go. She tried to tug herself out of his grip, but he wasn’t having any of it. His arm was like a steel band around her waist and she had no choice but to follow him down the hallway. Not that she was fighting that much, and her willingness to follow him anywhere alarmed her. He was already treating her like a fragile doll again, and she didn’t like it.
    “I’ve heard how effective you’ve been. I’ve also heard that you were almost shot in the head during a raid with the Apollo last year.”
    “That is most assuredly not true.” They had hit her hair but not her skull. The bullet had ruined one of her favorite hats. She’d returned fire and hadn’t missed.
    Julien’s grip shifted as he unlocked the door to his quarters. The doors swished open, and he forcibly pushed her into the room when she refused to move.
    “I’m not the pathetic little priss that married you with delusions of light and happiness in her future. Manhandle me one more time and I’ll show you what I’ve learned since our separation.”
    “Oh, please show him. I’d love to watch.”

Chapter Three

    Miguel de la Vega crossed his legs in front of him and stretched his arms out along the back edge of the small couch. A crystal tumbler of Julien’s best scotch in one hand, he schooled his features into mild curiosity and watched the two people in front of him. Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t stop the hardening of his cock.
    He hadn’t expected to see Señora Kincaid with Julien, but this unexpected turn of events would make life much simpler. Given the conversation as the two of them entered the room, he assumed that she’d only just returned to Atlantis and not by her own free will. Miguel took this opportunity to have a good look at the woman who’d claimed the heart of a man he cared deeply for.
    She was of average height but carried a significant aura about her. Thick black hair was swept up in a complicated knot on her head, held in place by a few