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stared at him. Hate roared through her. Hate and lust
and unending rage.
    He wasn’t dead. After all this time, he wasn’t dead.
    Sucking in a silent, steadying breath, she lifted her chin,
letting a mask of bored disdain fall over her face. “Perhaps you’re not as good
as you thought.”
    His gaze dropped to her lips, an arrogant smile curling his.
“I am.”
    A rush of memories consumed Falynn, too powerful to
suppress. His hands on her body, his lips and teeth and tongue pushing her
toward a sexual precipice, his thrusting cock sending her over in a screaming,
moaning climax. She sucked in a short breath, red heat filling her cheeks, wet
heat flooding her sex.
    By Kiirs, she wanted to kill him.
    Isn’t that the idea?
    As if knowing exactly what was going through her head,
Thanatos drew closer, holding her gaze, his breath a warm kiss on her lips. “Go
back to UZ. Tell them you couldn’t find the target. Tell them their intel was
wrong. Tell them Corvan Jareth doesn’t exist.”
    She stared at him, the distinct scent of his body seeping
into her very being. “And if I don’t?”
    His eyes grew cold. “I will kill you. And then disassemble
the outdated R42 currently standing behind me who thinks he’s your protector.”
    Falynn gasped, snapping her stare from Thanatos’ face to the
’droid behind him. Forty-Two’s eyes burned bright red, murderous rage etching
his chiseled face. He reached for her ex-mentor, hands a blur of bio-mechanical
speed.
    But Thanatos moved quicker. So fast he seemed to be in two
places at once—standing between her and Forty-Two, gaze fixed on Falynn, but
also standing behind the ’droid, fingers of his right hand behind her
companion’s ear.
    “Don’t!” Falynn yelled, just as Thanatos flicked his wrist.
There was a soft click, so low it was almost inaudible, and Forty-Two’s blazing
red eyes turned black. Devoid of any light at all.
    He slumped forward from the waist, his massive body
lifeless. Deactivated.
    She tore her stare from the motionless ’droid, ripping her
neuron destabilizer from its hidden holster, searching the crowded bar for her
former teacher.
    Nowhere.
    She stood still, too stunned to move. Kiirs, how could he
get away from her so—
    A glimpse of someone tall, almost as tall as Forty-Two, with
short, dirty-blonde hair and broad shoulders moving with obvious haste through
The Steam’s entryway grabbed her attention. She bolted, shoving her way through
the throng, destabilizer still drawn, mindless of the indignant shouts and
insults.
    Bursting from the bar, she scanned the immediate area,
wishing to Kiirs she had Forty-Two’s bio-rhythms reader. Being able to zero in
on Thanatos’ specific heat waves amongst all the others on the thoroughfare
would make it easier to track him.
    Falynn ground her teeth. Fuck. Where was he?
    Taking a guess, she took off down the port passageway. She
had to find him. If she didn’t, he’d disappear again. Or worse still, come
after her. She wasn’t ready to die. Not yet.
    Heart thumping, mouth dry, she sprinted along the walkway,
desperate to catch another glimpse of his towering form in the spaceport’s
eclectic multitude. The passageway led her deeper along Level 7, past the row
of Slessorian hookers offering their mouths to whoever had the credits to pay,
past the slavers hawking their “product” outside the slave auctions. Deeper
into the spaceport—with no sign she was running in the right direction.
    “Fuck.” Falynn ground to a halt, sucking in a ragged breath
as she searched the crowd streaming past her. He could be anywhere. For all she
knew, he’d ducked into one of the small sex-den rentals lining the passage.
    Kiirs. For all she knew, he could be on a completely
different level . She shook her head, disgust and contempt boiling
through her veins. “Fuck,” she spat again.
    “Gladly,” a passing human dressed in Master Merchant’s robes
answered. “How much?”
    “You couldn’t afford her,