Chapter 6

The door shut behind them and they passed by a series of storage compartments in the rock before entering a kitchen area. It was tiny, and Eryx marched Leander through to the next section, which was open and multi-purpose.

The poacher stopped and let out a whistle. “This is nicer than my ship.”

“Then I’m sure you’ll enjoy your stay.” Eryx pulled the vet table away from the wall and into the middle of the room, then stepped back. “Get on it.”

“What?” Leander looked at Eryx, confusion and slight amusement on his face, like he couldn’t believe what he was being asked to do.

Their eyes met. Eryx was determined not to look away, to stare this man down. Leander had brown eyes, captivating in that they perfectly echoed his expression. He was Chinese, and his hair from the front looked nearly as messy as from the back. He wasn’t quite smiling.

“Get your ass on the exam table,” said Eryx.

“It’s metal. It looks cold as—”

“Now!”