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Neither Loose Id LLC nor its authors will be responsible for any loss, harm, injury or death resulting from use of the information contained in any of its titles. Chapter One Damn him. But two more? Grinding her teeth in frustration, Armelina Archer settled lower in the small space between the two solacars and watched the fat man stagger out of reach, taking with him the jewelry that would have bought her next few meals and provided some money toward a ticket off-planet. She huffed a bitter laugh.
Why had she ever come here? A monster. The monster had paid to have her murdered, and they had died instead. She swallowed hard. Cap and Johnnie and Pard—my fault that they died. Night after night, old Cap had sat with her in the tiny lounge, a comforting companion as the stars streamed by.
She scrubbed her face with dirty hands and grimaced as grit abraded her chapped skin. Stranded on a strange planet. No friends. No money. Of anywhere in the galaxy to end up flat broke, the frontier planet Nexus was the worst. As the evening air chilled, Mella waited. Another customer left the club, but an attendant drove his horse and carriage up to the door. A horse. How could a space-faring people still use such antiquated transportation? The club door opened again.
Music spilled out, her own voice singing a love song filled with joy. Oh Prophet. Mella wrapped her arms around herself and breathed hard against the wrenching pain. Her voice. Her song—written before her parents and sister were taken from her in a fiery hovercar accident. All her joy and creativity had dried up like an unwatered, unloved plant. Mama, Daddy, Kalie… Why did you leave me? I miss you all so much.
She shoved away the growing ache and concentrated on the goal. The air slowly chilled, and the low chirps of sleepy avians stilled. Leaning on a cane, he limped down the steps and—oh yes! Maybe…maybe… Mella edged out from her hiding spot as he headed toward the car lot.
Empty street, disabled guy. She squinted. His long black cape disguised his build, but he was tall—very tall—with broad shoulders. She could just knock him down, grab his totepurse, and run really, really fast.
Pretty dangerous. Pretty despicable. To steal and maybe even hurt someone. But did she have a choice? Damn this planet that had no charities or help for the penniless. They put the indigent up for auction to the highest bidder and would do the same to her if she got caught. A brothel. This terrifyingly immoral world allowed sex not just for reproduction, but for…for recreation.
She could be forced to couple with strangers. Her fingers trembled. She needed money to eat. And to return to Earth before Nathan discovered she was still alive. Pulling out her tiny knife, she kicked off her shoes. Her bare feet soundless, she ran after the man.
As he leaned on the cane, she came up behind him and slammed into him with her shoulder. He went down like a toppled tree, landing with a low oomph. She ripped his coat open, grabbed the totepurse, and slashed the strings. One step back and suddenly a hard hand closed around her ankle. She tried to yank away, but his grip only tightened.
She had time to think mistake! Gasping, she elbowed herself upward, and he came down on top of her, pressing her flat on her back with his heavy, muscular body. Her fingers curled into claws, and she tried to scratch him.
A viselike grip caught her wrists, and he pinned her hands over her head. In the glimmer of the parking-lot lights, she saw dark eyes in a lean, hard face. He was probably around forty Earth years. A man in his prime. A major mistake. With his free hand, he g rasped her chin, turning her head from side to side, despite her attempts to jerk away. Trying to throw him off, she jerked her hips up…and froze as the hard ridge of an erection pressed against her mound. Her breath stopped.
Nexans had no rules about sex. He could… Terror clamped bands around her chest, and she yanked at her trapped wrists. Warm even through her clothing. Not at all like our Nexan females. Not even Nathan when they coupled. Her heart hammered as she realized he could easily take her right here. He was strong—too strong for her weakened state.
The law is clear on this. He shifted in the hard chair and rubbed his leg, trying to ease the pain from the fall and subsequent wrestling bout. Comfort was sorely lacking in the small judgment room where he and the judge waited. And a restraint pen for the accused by the door. Unlike the backcountry, Port City had all the amenities. The judge noticed him massaging his leg, and her lips compressed. Did the doctor look at it? Scorch all truth-reading judges. And his cousin from the Minerind kinline had less patience for evasion than most.
The door opened, and a burly enforcer pushed the thief into the room and into the restraint pen. He activated the controls as he stepped back, and red force lines sprang up around the young woman.
Leaning back, Dain studied the criminal. Not a youth, maybe in her late twenties. About five feet five. The long braid appeared light colored, but she was too dirty to tell. Same with the skin.
Her big eyes were a startling green color. His fingers remembered the heaviness of her breast and tingled to touch her again. This time without clothing in the way. Not since he and Kritadona had backed away from contracting. As he watched the thief, she composed herself and looked around the room. When her gaze met his, she blinked in surprise.
The Starlight Rite
But two more? Grinding her teeth in frustration, Armelina Archer settled lower in the small space between the two solacars and watched the fat man stagger out of reach, taking with him the jewelry that would have bought her next few meals and provided some money toward a ticket off-planet. She huffed a bitter laugh. Why had she ever come here? A monster. The monster had paid to have her murdered, and they had died instead. She swallowed hard.