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sorry I am. This is why we don t tell passengers about our plans.
He dropped his hands into his lap and stared at her with restrained anger, his
brown eyes searching her face. Sacha touched the lines that formed in his frustration
and felt the heat beneath her fingers. Something about him called out to her.
Because you think knowing will take away your grief, or give you some revenge to
satisfy you.
A vein beneath her finger pulsed and his response sent a thrill through her body, to
her core. You think revenge will not satisfy me?
There is no revenge, Javier. She almost felt her own sadness for him, because she
knew that was his desire, as it was everyone s at first. We re running away, not
preparing to fight.
His gaze clouded as he searched her face. Why not fight?
There is no fighting this war.
A loud chime sounded, filling the room with its alarm. She turned to the dark
passageway.
Someone is trying to get in the door without a key, she said.
Javier jumped to his feet, ready to pounce, but she waved him off.
It s probably one of the crew who forgot Luc s key. She also waved off his
questioning glare at the statement of Luc s access to her bedroom. Let me check who it
is.
Javier extended his arm, preventing her from entering the dark chamber. It could
be an enemy, Sacha.
Something twisted inside her at his action. It s not an enemy.
How can you be sure it is a friend?
She laid a calm hand on his forearm, just below where the Prata heated. There are
only friends here.
He slackened under her touch, but the heat remained. She didn t remember the
other Pratae being quite this inflamed all the time. Perhaps his was defective.
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Keeping him behind her, Sacha grabbed the lamp and walked into the corridor. The
loud chime sounded again, leaving a ring in her ears long after it silenced. She
depressed the door, which made the clock face swing into the hallway.
When the light from the corridor lamp met the light of hers, Angus Fearchar stood
at the intersection. His red face matched his red eyes and hair.
Angus? What s wrong?
His accent, thicker than usual, caught on the words. M lady, we found another
body.
Not the werewolf. He was dead when we came on board.
At Javier s hasty indrawn breath, she felt the pressure of the air on her ear. The man
was close, and she d just said precisely the most insensitive thing she could say about
his kinsman.
No. We havena seen any weres.
God, not the pixies again. Sacha handed the lamp back to Javier, who remained
close enough that she could smell the maleness of him, the spicy heat of his skin.
Angus, I m going to toss those blasted bat-faced vampires out in mid-air. I don t think
their Pratae are working
M lady, Angus interrupted. His eyes, if possible, reddened to a more streaked,
tearful state. It s no the pixies. God help us, it s one of the crew.
Fuck.
It s begun.
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Airship Seduction
Chapter Five
Raul Morelo stalked the length and breadth of the cage. Well, to be fair, it was as
opulent a prison as he d ever seen, but a prison it was, nonetheless.
The walls were covered in lush cloth, as was every visible surface, save the table in
the center of the room, and the various metal instruments. Against the wall, near the
door, Raul s cape hung. The one piece of black in a room of red. It taunted him.
He fisted his right hand and punched the bed again. It bore several prints of his
anger already, though it wouldn t be long before they d disappear into the smooth
surface again. He pressed his hands together and felt the cool pressure of his silver
finger against the skin of his right hand.
It had been so long since he d felt anything with that finger. The two leather straps
that harnessed it to his hand, he could feel. Where there had once been pain, only
calluses remained. It was as much a part of his body as his curse.
Raul fingered the crest at the base of the metal appendage, remembering the man
who d first put it on him. What he wouldn t give to see that man again.
He d love to rip off this silver finger and then tear the man s throat out.
A tap interrupted his seething rage.
Stand back, Morelo, said a familiar, deep voice. Always the same voice, this one.
His captors, if nothing else, were consistent.
Raul acquiesced and the door near his cloak opened, revealing a lanky man with a
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