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She wasn’t part of his crew and probably felt she had no reason to fol ow his orders. He would come back tomorrow to make sure she did.

Letting it go for now he handed her a pastry. She sat up and reached out for it al owing the blanked to fal to her waist, revealing that shewas wearing the shirt he gave her last night.

His shirt.

Sniffing the pastry first,Analia nibbled a corner. Her eyes lit up when the flavor hit her and she sank her teeth in, closing her eyes she slowly chewed, obviously savoring the taste. Sebastian watched her with fascination. He had never seen someone eat with such euphoria.

Stil a bit riled, and curious of everything about her, he grated. “Why do you act as though you’ve never had a pasty? Or seen a child? Or witnessed the stars?”

Instantly she stopped chewing and swal owed hard, eyes looking everywhere but at him as though the answer were somewhere in the room. She was calculating, choosing her words. She didn’t want him to know where she came from. Does the answer have something to do with that?

“There were never any children … where I was.” She paused, “Or pastries.”

“Or windows?” He laughed without amusement. “The only places my ship has visited in the past few months are space cities or other ships. So it’s an easy assumption that you come from space. You have to have seen the stars.”

Another moment of silence, then in a smal voice she replied, “Ihaveseen the stars before.” Again she shifted her eyes and he realized she wasn’t going to elaborate.

It irked him that he wanted to know more. Dropping the clothing in her lap he said, “We leave in five minutes whether you are dressed or not.” At that she jumped from the couch and dashed into the bathroom, to change into the clothes that Sebastian was dreading seeing her in. He sat on the couch to wait, feeling for every lump in the old cushions.

Just as he feared, when she emerged, his body responded, this time worse than before. However,this time he was able to control himself, but just barely.

He shifted his features to the arrogant disposition he used when dealing with his mercenary clients—gruff males who have kil ed ruthlessly and without remorse. If he could handle bloodthirsty kil ers, surely he could handle this wee creature.

The too short skirt was black with sheer purple ruffles. It caressed her thighs, and swished slightly as she moved, the deep purple V-neck tank was too tight and curved around her breasts and flat stomach. Her blond curls spil ed over her bare shoulders. His mouth watered at the sight. The chit was blushing, as though she knew what this was doing to him.

“Wel how does it fit?” He was hoping she would say she hated the clothes, so he could give her a reprieve for the day, until he could find more suitable clothing. But she gave him a sweetly shy smile, making here look even more irresistible.

“I love them. I’ve never worn anything so …” she fought for words. “They’re wonderful. Thank you.”

Damn. Now he couldn’t take them away.

“I wil take real y great care of them for when I give them back.”

For some reason that bothered him, they were hers to keep if the clothes made her happy. Sonya wouldn’t mind and he’d pay her back anyway. Before he could say anything of the kind she reached for the rest of her pastry, bending slightly at the hips as she ate to keep from messing the clothes, giving him a perfect view of her plump cleavage. The innocent action affected him again and he had to shift his pants to sit more comfortably. Again she chewed with that same euphoric expression, making him obsess once more over al the things he didn’t know about her. She swal owed and licked her soft lips leaving them glossy and begging for his. Did she know she was driving him mad?

Sebastian was on the verge of losing it again. He stood and turned away from her. “Fol ow me then, I’l show you the around the ship.”

Analia practical y bounced with giddiness as Sebastian showed her around the ship. There were so many things to see. Bril iant colors decorated the wal s, unlike the gray, gray, and more gray that made up The Hel Ship. People smiled as they passed. Children played in the hal s. This was a place teaming with so much vibrancy and liveliness she could almost taste it in the very air around her. Vibrations of energy seemed to flow throughout the ship and into her. She wanted to touch and see everything.

There was so much she had never experienced before and Sebastian was unwittingly proving that to her. He didn’t know how naive she was and she wanted to keep it that way. But she suspected, by her blatant reactions to everything, that he was beginning to see through her.

He showed her a room where, he explained, people would gather for physical exertion or to spar. It was large, as al the rooms were, and fil ed withextravagantequipment. A variety of strange looking weapons lined the wal s. He explained that they were for practice only.

Walking her through the room, he pointed out each piece of equipment, showing her what it does and how to use it, if she wanted to. He didn’t offer the same for the weapons.

Close by was another room with a large vessel,lowered into the floor,and filed to the brim with water. He cal ed it a swimming pool. She couldn’t imagine what it was used for. When she inquired he said he would show her later, then, with a strange expression shook his head. The action confused her but, then, everything he did confused her.

They continued to a room, smal er than the first, with many seats facing a large screen, apparently another gathering spot for entertainment purposes.

In the next room she spotted Sonya who genuinely seemed glad to see her. Waving and rushing toward them she circled Analia twice.

“Very nice,” Sonya said. Then her features turned somber. “Unfair, they look better on you than they did on me.” Analia realized with a start that she was talking about the clothing. Quickly apologizing she vowed to take them off if Sonya wanted them back.

Sonya laughed and looked around the room at some of the other people in the room. Sebastian growled doing the same. Had she said something wrong?

“You’l be keeping your clothes on.” Sebastian said, pul ing her from the room. She tried to thank Sonya before they were out of hearing distance.

Sebastian had a scowl on his face again and they walked in silence for a moment. From the corner of hereye,Analiastudied him with curiosity. Besides his scowl and his fists being clenched, there were no other signs of his annoyance. He walked with an air of confidence,and he leaked a sense of danger.

The cut of his muscles promised pain to anyone who dare chal enge him.

He was a strong male.

Being around him titil ated her, even though she knew it was wrong to al ow herself to feel that way. Sooner or later he would prove to be much the same as Darius. But for now, she was surprised to find that she was enjoying herself with him.

Her good feeling lasted until he turned to her and gave her such a glower, his gaze studying and disapproving. He looked at her as though she were something to be squashed. His disdain—startling and unexpected—shocked her to astandstil .

The way he had been with her the night before had been so tender and almost even pleasurable, this new attitude was frightening. She was right in thinking she should fear him.

When he continued walking ahead of her it took her a moment to snap back to herself and fol ow him, though her happiness was diminished.

“What was that place?” She asked, clarifying, “Where Sonya had been.”Sebastianhad pul ed her out of there so fast he hadn’t even explained where they were. People had been scattered among many tables and there was a wal fil ed with bottles obviously fil ed with liquids, some clear, some brightly colored, others were different shades of brown.

“That was Sonya’s pub,” Sebastian replied. “She serves alcohol to the crew when they’re not on duty.”

“Alcohol?”

Stopping suddenly he looked at her, bewilderment coated his features. “You don’t know what alcohol is?”

“Should I?”

Shaking his head he replied, “It’s a drink. It affects different races in different ways, but mostly it’s used as a relaxant.” He started walking again and Analia fol owed.

She stopped suddenly when something in an open room caught her attention. Her eyes grew wide and she etched toward the door. A decadent scent fil ed her nose and she inhaled deeply for more of it. She had a memory of the things in this room, fuzzy but there, in the back of her mind. The energyof it suddenly slammed into her.

Pure life.

Sebastian paused and walked a few paces back to where she had stopped.

“This is our plant nursery.” Sebastian offered. “You are not al owed in here. These plants are priceless. If you disrupt anything in this room, you might just spend the rest of your life working off the cost.”

Analia sucked in a breath and stepped away. The plants reminded herof a time before her slavery.She tried to recal something specific but couldn’t.

Sebastian walked on and Analia reluctantly fel in step beside him.

Chapter 6

Marik was in no mood for babysitting detail and resented that he was saddled with the job of it. For fifty years he occupied this gal ey.It was his and his alone. He’d be damned if he let some chit carouse around distracting him from his duty.

The gal ey was clean and organized—organized for Marik anyway—he knew where everything was and knew how to use it. The bastards on this ship ate like kings because of his creative culinary skil s. Creating new dishes and new flavors gave him absolute pleasure. The only pleasure in life he had left.

Since his time as a slave he derived enjoyment from nothing else. Marik kept to himself. He rarely watched movies,or played video games with the crew in the entertainment room. Sometimes he would spar with Calic and Sebastian, but not for amusement as they did, self-indulging themselves with the adrenaline of the chal enge. Marik sparred only to keep up his reflexes and strength, he vowed long ago that he would never again be caught weak and unprepared.

The Demons Punchbowl was amusing sometimes, but mostly he would sit alone and drink himself into oblivion, or until he could forget his past completely. In the space cities he would take a woman, but rarely for his own pleasure, and the liaisons were always short and to the point. Demons needed sex as others needed food, otherwise a rage would build up inside them.

For Sebastian—he owed the man his life and his freedom—he would accept his task to watch over the stowaway, with only minimal grumbling. He’d have the girl do some trivial job to keep her occupied and out of his way. Marik always hated sweeping and wiping the counters, grinning to himself he thought of other little tasks he hated doing, like washing dishes.

Maybe this wouldn’t be so terrible.

Just then Sebastian entered,looking choleric. A petite blond female fol owed. Her eyes, thick with dark lashes, were downcast. She looked timid and fragile, her frame was thin and she was no bigger than Sonya whoMarikthought of as a sister.

Though Sonya was smal , watch out, she could cut you down before you saw her coming. Sonya was a fighter. This female, now standing before him, looked as though she could be knocked over by a light breeze.

Right away he noted her beauty. Slender body—too thin for his taste—and perfect features, smal upturned nose, high cheekbones, feminine jaw, the kind of features a man went to war for. The kind of features that, as a slave, he would be forced to kneel before and cal master. Grating his teeth Marik shook the thought from his mind and decided to start the show.

“Is this her then?” Marik said in an intentional y harsh voice. Both the girl and Sebastian looked up at him. Marik kept his attention on the girl. “What is your name, girl?”

“Analia,” she answered in a smal voice. Unlike her, hismastersvoices were always booming and dripping with condescension.

“What do you know of cooking for large groups of people, Analia?” He sneered. Sebastian shot him a warning look. Marik easily ignored him. He would decipher her character here and now.

“I know nothing of cooking for anyone.”

“Have you ever worked in a gal ey?”

“No.”

“Have you not washed a dish in a sink?”

She looked uncomfortable now. “No, never.”

Marik couldn’t believe it, but then, there were those aristocrat types who never even had to wash their own asses. She had the look, but not the demeanor.

He continued his questioning. “Have you mopped a floor? Washed a counter? Served another?” She looked as though she were thinking over her answer careful y. Good, it suggested she wasn’t completely unintel igent. She glanced around the room considering.

“I don’t think I have done anything that you might require prior experience or knowledge of. But I promise I wil learn quickly and I wil work hard without complaint. I’ve learned never to complain.”

Her answer was a good one, but poked at Marik’s intuition. “That’s good. The thing I value the least is sloppy work. If I don’t like something you’ve done, I wil make you do it again and again until I’m satisfied. Understood?”

Analia gave him a stern nod, expertly avoiding his gaze.

Marik glanced at Sebastian. His features were poised in the political arrogance he donned whenever he wanted to mask his emotions, but Marik knew Sebastian wel , and the man was hanging on every word of the conversation.

“Tel me Analia, what kinds of foods do you like?”

Uncomfortable again Analia looked at her feet while she answered. “Foods? I … uh, I liked the thing Sebastian brought for me this morning”—pause

—“and the food I had in sickbay was delicious.” At that she smiled brightly at Marik, almost pul ing a chuckle from him. He hadn’t chuckled in years.

“You don’t have to stroke my ego. I’m already very ful of myself. I mean what foods did you eat before you … came to be with us?” Was he actual y being polite to her? There was something about her, the way she stood, spoke, even the way she careful y avoided his eyes while stil keeping her head high.She couldn’t be…

With a blush on her cheeks and a look of pain on her face she replied, “I was only given a few things to eat, and I wouldn’t know them by name.”

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