more than me.”
“Thanks,” Devlin muttered.
“I’m going to check on something as well,” Tannis said. “I’m just not sure what yet, but I will need Callum.” Callum followed her out and his hand slipped into hers as he reached her.
“Fucking nauseating,” Devlin muttered not quite under his breath.
They paused in the doorway and Tannis turned back. “We’ll meet up again in a couple of hours when we’ve all had time to absorb this and decide on our next move.”
“Are you sure that’s not a mistake?” Devlin asked. “I think we should get out of here now.”
“Yes, but you have a one-track mind. And I’m captain.”
“You promised me Hatcher.”
“And you’ll get him. Soon enough. Now, perhaps you could keep an eye on our guests and make sure they have everything they need.”
And make sure they didn’t get up to no good, Saffira suspected.
“Fucking goddamn babysitter now.”
Tannis just grinned and disappeared with Callum in tow.
That left her, Thorne, and Devlin. The latter was lounging low in his seat, long, booted legs stretched out in front of him, his expression surly. He caught her stare and raised an eyebrow. She ignored it and turned to Thorne.
“Are you okay?”
He nodded. “I just need some time to get used to the idea.”
She patted his arm. “I’ll leave you alone for a while.”
His eyes sharpened. “And where will you be going?”
“I’m going to explore, and perhaps Mr. Starke could offer me some food. After all, we did save his life. And I’m sure Mr. Starke is a man who always pays his debts.”
“You’d do well to remember that,” Devlin said. “The others may trust you. I don’t. You double-cross us—get in my way…”
“And you’ll blow me to tiny pieces?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, I’ll try not to. At least not today.”
She stood up and stretched, caught him watching her, a hungry look in his eyes. So he wasn’t completely unaffected.
“Saffira?” Thorne said, and she stepped closer. “Be careful. He’s not a good man.”
She cast a glance over her shoulder. No, he didn’t look like a good man, bloodstained clothing, scar, and one hand resting on the pistol at his waist. But she knew there was more to him than that.
There had to be more.
Even to herself, she was starting to sound desperate.
“I’m going for a walk,” Thorne said. “I take it that’s okay?”
Devlin nodded. “If you’re not supposed to be somewhere the doors won’t open.”
Thorne nodded. “Don’t hurt her.”
“I won’t touch a hair on her head.”
After Thorne left, Saffira sat for a moment, rubbing her hands up her arms. She felt strange, as though she hovered on the edge of a waking vision. Devlin rose to his feet; he was so tall, towering over her, but she should be used to that. And broad at the shoulders, the material of his shirt stretched tight so she could see the ripple of muscles underneath. Lean at the hips, with long legs.
“You seen enough?” Devlin murmured.
Not nearly enough.
She shook her head and a laugh escaped him. “I’ve always liked women who know what they want but…”
Her breath hitched in her throat. “But?”
His gaze ran down over her. “I think you might be a little too young for me.”
“I’m twenty-one standard Earth years.”
“Really? That old?”
“It’s old enough.”
Chapter Four
It had just been too long. He was horny, and she was obviously available…
That was why his dick was hard in his pants.
But available or not, Devlin had no intention of lowering his guard until he knew what they were up to and that they wouldn’t stand in his way.
Exhaustion tugged at his mind—he hadn’t slept well since he’d heard about Tris— and his stomach rumbled. “Let’s go get that food.”
Maybe if he fed one appetite the other might fade away.
He led her out of the conference room and into a transporter bubble that took them directly to the galley. As they floated up to the next level,