Chapter 3

“Protector. Now.”

With a last glance at the unyielding back of his lover, Protector left, quickly following the captain.

“What will you do now, young sir?” Hssa asked, taking a short knife from his belt and using it to pare the talons that were the most obvious of his race’s natural defenses, the most visible, but not the most deadly.

Treyson Jax finally turned to stare down the deserted corridor Protector had taken, rubbing restless fingers over his wrists. “Try to make my way home?”

“With your sister?” Hssa nodded toward the figure which had lain crumpled on the deck and which was now making an effort to rise.

“I will not go back,” she snarled, belying her delicate appearance. “We are a merchant race, but I will not be bartered off like so much merchandise, solely because some ugly, greasy Thresian princeling wants an H’asean to breed!”