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speak memories aloud was to give them new life…new power.
And this slim girl with the creamy brown skin and big, dark eyes already had
much too much power over him to start with.
    He
rattled his chains again menacingly. Not that she would have him in her power
for long. Thrace
was going to be certain of that.

 
    * * * * *
    Trin
watched the emotions play over his strong features. Clearly he was angry that
she’d dared to question him. Well, he could be angry all he wanted—she wasn’t
letting him up until she had some answers.
    He
shifted on the cot, his big body straining against his bonds. His biceps bulged
and his torso and hips moved as he shifted, causing his abdominals to ripple
impressively.
    Trin
had never seen a being who was so muscular before—with each muscle group so
well defined. It was…interesting. It almost made her want to touch him—to pet
his smooth, tan skin which was several shades lighter than her own—but
something held her back.
    She’d
been treating him like one of her horses—like a big, dumb animal that needed
patience and understanding. But there was a fierce intelligent blazing in those
extraordinary silvery-blue eyes. It made her question her people’s long held
belief that males were little better than animals with limited understanding
and brainpower.
    Maybe
it would be better just to leave him alone for a while. She was about to get up
and go when she realized what all the shifting around was about. He wasn’t just
trying to get free—he’d been out for hours and a few minutes ago he’d drunk a
huge cup of liquid. He needed to relieve himself.
    “You
have to go, right?” she asked, looking at him directly. No point in beating
around the bush.
    He
looked at her mistrustfully and then gave a short, curt nod.
    Great! Just great. Her
suspicion confirmed, she sighed internally. Not only had she bought a slave who
was angry and hostile, she was now his sole caretaker since she and Sidna had
had their falling out. And she was going to have to help him since she didn’t
dare to let him help himself.
    Well,
luckily the med-bot was set up for this kind of thing. It had a long, sliver
tube that connected to various parts of the anatomy for waste disposal. As long
as all he had to do was urinate, it shouldn’t be too bad.
    “Okay,”
she said, reaching for the clasp of his too-tight black leather trousers. “Now
I don’t know a lot about male anatomy but—”
    A
low rumbling growl began at the bottom of his deep chest and turned into a full
throated roar of pure rage.
    The
deep, bass noise shook and surprised her. It reminded her again of the sound
made by the lions from Earth which she’d studied. Maybe he was part animal
after all!
    Trin
jumped back and looked up to see him glaring at her with such intense hatred on
his face it hit her like a blow.
    Goddess, what’s wrong with him? She’d
never seen such fury and all because she’d tried to help him. All because she
was going to open his trousers and… Oh.
    Suddenly
she understood. She’d told him that she bought him as a slave and that she came
from Zetta Prime. Possibly he thought her people used body slaves the same way
the mistresses from Yonnie Six did. Another look at the way his broad chest was
heaving and his big body was twitching confirmed her guess. He looked like her
stallion, Swift, when he was nervous and ready to rear. When he got like that,
he would shy and lash out at the least little thing and the big Havoc, Thrace,
looked the same way.
    Trin
had no idea how to deal with a strange male but she did know how to gentle a nervous horse.
    “Look,”
she said softly in a low, even voice. “I’m not going to hurt or abuse you. I
know what you must think but I didn’t buy you for any kind of sexual service, I
swear.”
    He
had stopped struggling now and was simply looking at her. His muscular chest
was still heaving but at least his eyes had lost some of the intense hatred
that had filled their silver-blue