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burns.”
    “Rise again and remain at my side until it occurs.”
    She nodded and straightened. He ran his fingers across a pad on the arm of his seat.
    The Yinshin continued to press their suit, and when Rajon leaned forward and clapped his hands together, they froze.
    “Enough. She is not yours to purchase and not mine to sell. Cease the request. The Death Seer is staying on Miexhar. It is not negotiable.” The duke’s words were absolute.
    The Yinshin reached for his weapon, and the servant bumped into him. The moment that the tray hit the floor, Rajon was out of his seat and had taken her in his arms as he bore her away from the weapon as it misfired.
    The weapon strike hit the wall behind the throne, and Libby was cradled in Rajon’s arms as he swept her to safety.
    Libby saw the staff of Shoklek aim for the man with the weapon, and to her surprise, a blast of energy sent the Yinshin spinning across the room to lie dead at the foot of a statue. Two medics came from nowhere and began treating burns while the ambassador stuttered apology.
    He was cuffed and led off in restraints while the wounded members of his party were treated and locked up as well.
    Libby hung on to Rajon as he left the audience chamber with long strides.
    He was muttering in a language that she hadn’t learned yet.
    “Um, Rajon, you can put me down now. I am fine to walk.”
    He gave her a narrow-eyed look. “I will hold you until I tire of it.”
    She looked around, didn’t see any of the guards and delivered a short, sharp hit to his ribs.
    He dropped her as his arms went numb. “What the hell?”
    She rolled in a swath of fabric and limbs. With care, she got to her feet. “I told you, I was good at self-defence.”
    He slowly flexed his hands. “How did you do that?”
    “Pressure points. Miexhar musculature crossed with me not wanting to be hauled around.” She brushed her hands against her skirts.
    “I was attempting to get you to safety.”
    “We are safe. The pain and death are back in the audience chamber.”
    Rajon nodded. “Are you well?”
    “I am fine.”
    He scowled. “I would feel better if you remained in medical until you have completely acclimated to Miexhar.”
    She cocked her head. “Why?”
    “Because I worry for you. A week in the tank wouldn’t hurt, and I would be able to make sure you were guarded and protected until you could manage it yourself.” Rajon had a scowl on his face that meant business.
    “This isn’t optional, is it?”
    “You are under my care while you are here. I will take you for immediate treatment.”
    He grabbed her by the arm and hauled her through the halls until they were at the medical offices. He thrust her at the doctor. “It can’t wait. Tank. Now.”
    “Yes, Your Grace.” The doctor went to the rear of the office and returned with his staff. “This way please, Death Seer.”
    She took a step toward the physician when Rajon pulled her back into his arms. She held still as his mouth took rather than gave until he eased the pressure and brought her into the equation.
    His hands gripped her waist, spanning it easily. His lips caressed hers until she let her arms creep up around his neck against her better judgement.
    Her body stirred, and she felt arousal pulsing through her as he pressed her against him from top to toe. The fabric of her gown was no barrier to his skin blazing through the cloth of his shirt. He was hot and she wanted more.
    Just as suddenly as he had grabbed her, he let her go.
    When the doctor gently took her arm, she broke the staring contest with Rajon and followed the physician into the rear of the medical offices. She was headed into the tank.
     
    One week of being watched, monitored and given supplements to speed her adaptation into whatever they wanted her to become and she didn’t see a difference in her body but she felt it. Her body was more alive, even the touch of the oxygenated liquid caused a reaction of enjoyment when she moved.
    When