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on the smal side, a meager five foot four. So was Sebastian for that matter though he towered over her with a height of six two.
    “You’re right,” he said, ruffling her long, black-as-pitch hair. She bel owed out a curse in demonish, their native language, while swatting his hand away.

    Vainly, she rushed to fix the disheveled mess. Her violet eyes blazed with irritation, and a little amusement.
    Sebastian continued to sip his drink reflectively, as Sonya went about her business, refil ing glasses and seeing to anyone who entered.
    He hoped the decision he had made to accept this commission was the right one. Sonya’s words repeated in his mind. Whether or not the package was large or smal it was significant to someone. Significant to a lot of someone’s, it seemed. He couldn’t help but wonder why they would trusthimwith it?
    Finishing the last of the raging inferno Sebastian waved his goodbye to Sonya. Calic would be in charge for the next few hours so he had some time to kil before he took command again. In the gym he worked out some of his pent up energy. A few hours later he took a dip in the pool, swimming laps for about an hour. Most days he hated his downtime, always felt he should be doing something. After the pool he felt relaxed, and headed to his quarters for some rest before it came time to relieve Cale.

Chapter 3

    Nearly a ful week had passed and al was calm.
    Sebastian had been working his crew hard. Round-the-clock detail. Each day brought them closer to their goal.
    No one had complained. Everyone seemed as eager as he to get this one over with. Maybe they sensed what he did. There was something different about this commission. It was taken more seriously by everyone. Even the most careless of the crew were noticeably working harder.
    Sebastian was at his command center, checking the status of their progress. For the last weekMarada’s engines had been churning at nearly constant ful speed. It wasn’t fast enough. He had hoped to be further along than this.
    Sighing out loud he settled into his chair, watching the vision of space at his front. It was stoic, calm, and never ending—deadly, if you weren’t careful.
    He imagined how different his life would be if he stil lived on his home planet. If the war hadn’t destroyed it, and if he’d never been betrayed by those closest to him. He would have found a woman, he supposed, made a family. He would have built them an adequate home on his ancestors land, and he would have strove every day to keep it up. Life would have been … boring.
    As it was he loved his adventurous existence, leading his crew, and meeting al the strange races of the universe. Learning and mastering al the different languages and cultures. It gave him a purpose.
    A faint groan jarred him from his thoughts, barely audible against the steady rumble of the ship, but distinct. Sebastian looked around. No one else seemed to have heard it.
    Another moan, this one even quieter … anguished. His brows drew together. He had definitely heard something. Sniffing, there was something different in the air. Had been for a while but Sebastian hadn’t thought much of it.
    He stood, concentrating on the source, opening his ears to the smal est noise. Al he heard was the hum of the ship. The sound had been very close. He thought it had come from behind, but the only thing back there was the bulkhead and a smal maintenance compartment.
    Approaching the wal he stood silent, a rasping sound came from the other side. He bent down to open the door to the smal compartment and staggered back in shock as a pair of tiny bare feet came into view.
    “Who’s this?” He bel owed, his voice a mix of threat and confusion. His horns heated as his body reacted to the flood of demon rage.
    The owner of the wee feet made no move.
    Sebastian bent closer, cautiously placing his hand on a thin ankle—stil no movement—he began to pul until a ful y feminine body emerged from the smal space.
    The first thing