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“The tracks are fresh,” he said, “which means someone must have taken the shuttlecraft recently. At least, more recently than the last big storm that passed through.”
“Five days ago,” I said confidently.
I remembered the storm well.
It came right before I met Egara, when I’d been claimed by a species known as the Hiigarans.
They were rough and brutal creatures, notorious among the Prizes for treating their mates as violently as they did their opponents in the pit.
Where Egara was known for being kind and giving, the Hiigarans’ focused was on take, take, take.
It was one of the worst nights of my life and took some time for me to recover—both physically and psychologically.
That was how I recalled the storm so clearly and wished I couldn’t.
“Tracks for what?” I said.
“Merchants.”
“There are merchants in this place?” I said, surprised. “It’s a desert.”
“It’s not as dead as the rumors might lead you to believe. On my homeworld, even the deserts are rich with life if you know where to look. Beneath these rising and falling sand dunes are huge schools of fish that swim as easily as those in the ocean. Each morning when the cool mists pass overhead, they come up to drink the condensation. It’s not much but enough for them to survive another day.”
“Do you think the rumors about being unable to survive out here were created by the supervisors?” I said.
“There’s no question. Control how the prisoners think and you control how they act. Fewer escape attempts, fewer riots. If they don’t believe they can survive out here, why try?”
But the desert wasn’t without its dangers.
The air was difficult for me to breathe and could very well be toxic to others.
But wasn’t that true of every atmosphere of every moon and planet in the galaxy?
It was perfectly suited to one species or another and deadly for others.
I smiled over at Egara.
Our lovemaking wasn’t as vigorous as our first night together. It was warmer, closer.
I found in him a need to release pent up emotions that reflected my own desire.
He lay back and let me do what I wanted—what I needed to do—and in the process, I gained the ability to breathe easier on this world.
I was wrong about him not being handsome.
He was gorgeous.
His features weren’t “traditional” but how could they be when he sported those incredible horns on top of his head?
And last night, during our second round, he did something I’d never experienced before…
He took me in his mouth and licked me, rubbing my clit with his thumb and strumming me like a well-worn guitar.
As my hips began to buck and loosen up, he lifted my legs and didn’t rest them on his shoulders as I’d expected but on his horns!
His horns!
My knees fit perfectly in their natural curve as if they had been designed for that very purpose.
