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someone like you– a defenseless waif with no weapon nor sense." He said as he unbuckled his gun belt, making a show of placing the gun on the table in front of her. Feeling intimidated, Allie couldn't help but notice his hands, remembering what she had thought of them several nights ago. "What's your name?"
    Still watching his hand as he rested it under his chin, settling his elbow over his knee. She forgot the question. "What?" She asked.
    “Your. Name?” He said slowly.
    An embarrassing flush heated her cheeks, knowing that she looked like a simpleton but she couldn’t help it. He was the first human she had come in contact with in many solar cycles.
    “Allie.” She whispered.
    The man shifted forward on his chair at her answer."Hmm Allie, that sounds Earthian, are you Earthian?"
    "Yes," she said softly, looking up into his eyes again, he was still staring at her with firey intensity and his gaze was beginning to burn.
    "That's very interesting, Allie, You see this is a Trentian controlled space sector. Billions of miles off the grid and billions of more miles from the nearest Earthian colony. How the hell does an Earthian female get all the way out to the fringes, alone, on Argo?" He continued, "Where's your space ship? My scanners don't detect one. Lie to me and I will hurt you," he growled.
    "I don’t have a ship. I was on a transporter ship. Long ago. We were headed to the metropolis, Espara.” She trailed off.
    “And... that doesn’t answer my question.”
    Allie shook herself internally. “Something happened, something bad. I don't know what exactly, it was all so fast but I believe the ship malfunctioned and it was horrible, we had the taste of freedom one moment and then the next, we were on a collision course towards the planet surface– I was the only one to survive." She felt her words stumble out.
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    Jack didn’t know why he cared but he could see the pain in her eyes and he wanted to make that pain go away. She needs a protector. He stared at her, taking her in, committing her to memory.
    He knew his silence was scaring her and he could tell by the pretty pink flush to her skin that his examination wasn't going unnoticed. He was frightening her on purpose and began to regret it. He had a feeling that it would be the wrong approach in dealing with her. His logical side won out, he knew this girl was not here by design, she was not here in sedition.
    What a wild looking girl he had in his midst. Her hair was long and tangled, the strands not being able to decide whether to curl up into ringlets, plastered to her skin, or to fall loosely down her body.
    It was a pretty shade of golden brown and he imagined grabbing it, forcing her to look at him, watching her large vulnerable eyes widen and her mouth making a pretty 'O'.
    The ringlets that framed her face called to him. His fingers wanted to play with the fallen curls.
    Her body was on display for him, her clothing nothing more than rags tied around her chest, waist, and feet. He knew he would have to give her something better to wear. Her waist was much too small but it did fan out nicely into curvy hips. If she would just turn around and take off her clothes he bet that ass would be a heart.
    Jack couldn't help but appreciate her shape– toned, small, with long legs. He pictured her in a dozen different positions.
    Lust speared through him, she was a dream, better than any phantom he could have ever made up. He mentally shook the thoughts away before he passed the point of no return and frightened her with his curious desire.
    She was hurt though. Scratches marked her hands, knees, and legs, from the rough environment no doubt. The girl was also constantly wetting her lips. They were chapped and red .
    I could heal her, give her something to eat, get her to trust me. If she was going to hurt, he was going to be the cause of it; deciding his next course of action.
    "I think you’re right, Allie. You can help me. I want you to take me to your