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stretched like it was too dry. Heat glared through the windows, burning his skin, which
itched miserably from the sand and dirt still covering him. More than likely they were
all as miserable.
Peg found the card and rolled her window down, which slid silently into the door.
The terrible heat outside immediately suffocated him and he wondered why the cars
were even designed so the windows would go down. Maybe humans on the surface
didn t have the laser technology his people had which would have allowed the box to
simply read it was them and open the gate.
Peg slid the card into the box, and the gate opened.
Drive to the second building, and the door with the number two on it is the home
that we want, the driver instructed.
Who will be there? Tor asked.
No one. Once we arrive there I notify my commanding officer.
No one stood outside around the tall gray buildings. Peg stopped the vehicle,
parking it in between two other similar-looking vehicles and then pocketing the keys.
Tor held his hand out to her.
I ll take those, he told her quietly.
She didn t say anything but handed the keys to him. She bit her lower lip though,
looking down. They got out, heading toward the door with the number two on it. Peg
and Roln walked on either side of the driver. Tor remained behind, his attention turning
to Syndi.
The sun glared so hard his eyes burned. His flesh burned, feeling like it would
ignite into flame if he stood under the sun another minute. Syndi s world was void of
color, nothing but the deadly sun and a planet of gray ground, hard and cracked where
exposed, showing its years of abuse and old age. Even the buildings were gray. The lack
of color, of life, of any sign of happiness, would make this a tough place to live.
Yet Syndi had run from him, returned to this place. She was at home here, walking
tall by his side, her strong personality and natural beauty the only thing appealing
around him.
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He wanted to assure her that she was safe, that absolutely no one would harm her.
Syndi held her head high, not looking up at him, but watching while the driver slid the
card into a slot on the door and it slid open.
We ll make sure no one s here, Roln said quietly.
That s okay. I m anxious to meet my father. Her words stunned everyone.
They were inside, and the door closed behind them when all of them looked at her.
Roln and Peg moved quickly through the home, Roln taking the driver by the arm
while inspecting every room.
Syndi seemed oblivious to their search but instead walked into the large room,
running her hand over furniture, her gaze darting from object to object. She had the
same look of awe on her expression that she d had when she d first entered his home.
Have you ever been in a city home before? he whispered, coming up behind her
and brushing his fingers down her neck, stroking her gill.
Her shoulders lifted slightly, an obvious chill rushing through her. Instead of
leaning back into him though, she moved forward, walking away from his touch.
No. Her clothes clung to her damp body, offering an incredible view of her
narrow waist, and that tight perfect ass as it swayed when she walked.
He stayed within hand reach, following her into another room, the kitchen. She
walked up to a hole in the counter and turned a knob. Water flowed from a silver tube
and she laughed, although there was little humor in it.
Come here, she instructed, cupping her hands and then turning.
She seemed surprised that he was right behind her. Looking up at him, her dark
eyes sparked for a moment. The interest was there. Lust swarmed inside her. Alive and
vibrant, there wasn t another woman like her. She looked down quickly. Her expression
turned serious and she let the water drip from her fingers, soaking his arms and chest as
she continually cupped her hands and poured the water over him.
So many of us die without water while it runs this freely in the city, she
murmured, her bitterness over the discrimination obvious.
She ran her hands down his arms, around his neck, over his face, letting the water
soak through him. He never looked away from her, allowing her to soak his flesh, rinse
the dried sand and dirt from him. Her touch was gentle, moist, and the water cold. She
created a fever inside him though. With every stroke, every caress, her expression
focused on her task, his muscles hardened with a desire more carnal than he d ever
experienced before.
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