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Authors: Cheryl Brooks

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“Why haven’t you eaten it yet?”

“Been too busy to go home,” he replied. “I’m on my way there now, though.” He smiled again. “Sure you wouldn’t like to come with me?”

She rolled her eyes. “Get many girls with that line? It’s pretty damned obvious what you want from me.”

His eyes narrowed and his lips formed a grim line. “Yeah, well, you don’t know everything, sweetheart. But if you’re looking for a safe place to sleep and some hot food in your belly, you know where to find it.”

With that parting shot, he turned and walked away. Although his motives were unclear, in her gut, she knew it was a ploy. Kim had never known a man to toss out a lure like that and then leave her to make her own decision. But then, she had never met a Zetithian man before. And he had just offered her the two things she wanted more than anything.

He might have been intuitive enough to know that, although she didn’t get the greedy, self-serving vibe from him. Was it possible he actually wanted to help her? Even after mentioning police, schools, and orphanages? If he intended to nab her and turn her over to them, she could always escape—she knew others who had done it.

He hadn’t gone far when her stomach betrayed her with a loud, persistent growl. She heaved a sigh. “What kind of stew is it?”

“Does it matter?” He didn’t even bother to glance over his shoulder.

“Guess not.” She considered yelling for Jatki, but immediately thought better of it. Her friend might still be out there, watching, and if this guy tried anything funny, it might be best to keep her options open.

Chapter 2

Although she was obviously trying not to stuff herself like a pig, she wasn’t wasting any time making that bowl of
chupka
disappear, either.

“This is delicious,” she said. “What did you say it was called?”


Chupka
,” Onca replied. “It’s an old Zetithian recipe—or so I’m told. It’s not like my mother ever made it for me.”

She stopped chewing for a second or two. “Funny thing, I remember some of the stuff my mom made. Didn’t taste anything like this, though.” Dipping her spoon into the stew, she had it in her mouth, chewed, and swallowed before Onca could comment.

“Different spices, perhaps.”

This time, she only nodded her agreement. Onca wanted to know more about her and what she remembered of those days, but he was loath to interrupt her. He had never seen anyone so thin before—on this world or any other—and she was much smaller than she should have been. On average, Zetithian females were nearly as tall as the men, most of which topped out at about two meters. This girl was tiny. Unless she was lying about her age.

Twenty-two
, she’d said. He would have guessed her at half that, although her mop of brown curls might have been responsible for that impression. Her elfin face reminded him of Bonnie and Lynx’s daughter, Karsyn.
She
was smaller than average too, but then, Bonnie was rather petite herself—and she was human.

“You’re a purebred?”

“I think so,” she said between swallows. “Both my parents had ears like mine, and so did my sisters.”

She was one up on him. Onca couldn’t remember his family at all. Still, having been rescued from Zetith just before it collided with the asteroid that blew it to bits, he could safely assume that his pedigree was pure.

He had about a thousand other questions he wanted to ask her, which wasn’t surprising considering he had never come across a Zetithian female in the wild.

In
the
wild…
He had to laugh at his choice of terms. It made her sound like a rare species of fauna, which was essentially what she was. A
very
rare species. If she’d had her origins on any other planet, he wouldn’t have been quite so intrigued. Yet he couldn’t stop the questions buzzing around in his head. How had she survived—orphaned and on the street—from the age of ten? He couldn’t begin to imagine the dangers she must have faced, not the least of which was keeping herself fed.

The climate was temperate, so shelter hadn’t been a problem, but why had no one ever found her and taken her in? Then again, perhaps someone had tried. He’d been afraid for her—enough to intervene—and she had turned on him like a wildcat. She was certainly tough. He shuddered to think what kind of men she’d had to fight off before.

Closing his eyes, he turned away. The beast he’d rescued her from had easily been three times her size. The mere thought of what he would have done to her made Onca sick. He wished he’d done more than ping the bastard—which she had chastised him for doing. He still didn’t understand what she hoped to achieve. Yet another thing he would have to ask her.

Her spoon scraped the bottom of the bowl. She looked up at him with eyes so brown they seemed to absorb the glow emanating from her pupils. “Is there any more of this?” She drew in a breath, holding it for a second before she spoke again. “I’ll fuck you for it.”

Onca leaned back in his chair and stared at her, unblinking. “You’ll
what
?”

With an upward glance, she heaved a sigh as though resigned to do something extremely distasteful. “I’ll fuck you for more of this if I have to. I’m still hungry.”

Onca didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or throw up.

“I don’t really want to,” she went on. “I mean, I’ve done it a few times. Never seen what there is to get so excited about. Men seem to like it, though.”

For once in his life, Onca was speechless, which might have been due to the sharp pain near his heart.

“Of course, I’ve never met a Zetithian guy before. Maybe you don’t like it any more than I do.”

Onca had fucked over a thousand women—at a thousand credits a pop—and to the best of his recollection, he had enjoyed each and every moment. He cleared his throat. “We like it okay.”

She simply nodded, eyeing him expectantly.

“You don’t have to fuck me for food,” he went on. “There’s plenty more where that came from—or something else if you’d prefer.”

She cocked her head to one side, intensifying the elfin quality. “Why are you being so nice to me?”

That same pain knifed him in the chest again and his jaw dropped. “I—we Zetithians have to stick together. There aren’t many of us left, you know.”

She frowned, staring down at her empty bowl. “No, I didn’t—at least not until you told me just now. All I knew was that my family was in danger. Even though we’d lived here all my life, I think my father intended for us to go someplace else—until those creeps killed them all.” She was silent for a moment, and when she spoke again, her voice was a whisper. “I’m not even sure they ever saw me. My mother heard them coming. She told me to start running and never look back. I’ve been running ever since.”

She had probably been too scared to trust anyone, and since people came and went so often on Rhylos, her family’s disappearance might never have been questioned. Even if the Nedwut bounty hunters had been caught, one less child among the bodies could have easily gone unnoticed. What Onca couldn’t figure was why no one had ever bothered to tell her what happened to Zetith, and that she had a guaranteed home on Terra Minor.

Then again, with her hair covering her ears so completely, she could easily have been mistaken for some other species. Even Onca hadn’t realized what she was at first. All he had seen was a big ape trying to carry off a child.

What he’d
thought
was a child. Whereas her eyes had been pleading a moment before, he could see the age and the strain in them now. The life of a fugitive would age anyone beyond their years.

And make them hungry. He took her bowl, refilled it, and set it back down in front of her. “Do you want some bread and cheese with that?”

“Yes, please.” She sighed with apparent relief. “Thanks for not making me fuck you for it. I’m sure you’re a very nice man, but I’d rather not.”

Onca burst out laughing. “A lot of women have paid good money for that privilege. I believe you’re the first to show such a complete lack of enthusiasm.”

“Really? Women actually
pay
for sex? I thought only men did that.”

“Clearly you’ve never been to the brothel district.”

She stared at him, aghast. “Why would I want to go
there
?”

She had a point. The fact that the men’s brothels were on the other end of the district from the women’s would make it a dangerous place for a young girl. Onca hadn’t heard of anyone snatching ladies off the street, but there was a first time for everything.

Onca shrugged. “I don’t know why you would. It’s where I work, though—and there are some seriously hot guys working that area.”

She snorted in a most unladylike manner. “I’ve seen males of lots of species, but none that I’d want to fuck.”

“Really?” Onca knew Zetithian girls were hard to seduce, but surely she had a
few
sexual urges. He pulled out his comlink and flipped through the pictures. “Here, check out these guys—they’re Statzeelian twins. And this one. He’s
very
popular.” Rashe had a sword tattooed on his chest that drew the eye downward to his impressive tool. Some women thought tattoos were hot. Onca had never seen the need for ink—not when he had clients booked two years in advance.

Curious, she took the link and flipped to another page. “Hmm…I kinda like the look of this one.”

Onca peered at the display.
Great.
She’d found the photo taken when Jerden was voted the best fuck on Rhylos for the third year straight. “That’s Jerden, my former partner. He’s married now, so you can’t have him.” He shook his head wistfully. “He sure made us a ton of money—especially after the
Damenk
Tribune
named him the Hottest Hunk in the Galaxy. Twice.” At least she had good taste.

She paged through a few more pictures. “Is this you?”

“Um, yeah.” He was beginning to regret showing her any pictures. It was embarrassing for some reason—which was strange because under ordinary circumstances, he would have been naked when he first met her. Although most of his clients were older, this girl wasn’t exactly a blushing virgin. In typical Zetithian female fashion, she simply didn’t like the idea of sex—and never would until she found the right man.

“You look pretty good,” she said, rather grudgingly, he thought.

“I
am
good,” Onca said, though without his usual conviction.

Nodding, she paged back to Jerden, studying the image closely. “Do all Zetithian guys have that little ruffle around the end of their penis?”

Definitely
embarrassing. “Standard equipment.”

“Hmm. Interesting.” She handed the comlink back to him and went to work on the stew again.

So
much
for
that.
Maybe she would like one of Cat and Jack’s boys better. At eighteen, they were a little younger than she. Still, they were closer in age to her than he was.

What
am
I
thinking?

In Jack’s opinion, an unmated Zetithian man was an abomination, and she’d been after Onca to settle down for ages, telling him he was looking for trouble by keeping the Palace open. Given that their fluffer had been killed by a nutcase of a woman who wanted her job, Jack made a decent argument against continuing the brothel. Onca had told her he would quit when he was ready—though he’d neglected to tell her when he stopped booking appointments. He didn’t need her help in trying to decide whether to pick up where he’d left off or retire permanently. Being told what to do went against Onca’s nature in ways Jack didn’t understand.

“Tell me again why you threw such a fit when I, um, rescued you?”

Despite their initial disparity, they had gotten along reasonably well since then—although he suspected that the offer of food might have had something to do with her level of cooperation.

And she’d thought she might have to fuck him for her dinner.

She
really
must’ve been hungry.

“My friends have been disappearing. I was trying to find out where they went.”

“Admirable, but did you never suspect you might wind up facing the same fate?”

“Well, yes,” she conceded. “But I knew what I was getting into and was prepared. They weren’t.”

“You
think
they weren’t prepared. They might have known exactly what was happening and it didn’t do them any good.”

“Possibly. I’m…well, I’m a little…
tougher
than they were.”

Onca chuckled. “Tougher? You mean as in harder to chew?”

“Maybe.” With a withering glance at him, she swallowed the last of her second bowl of
chupka
and wiped her mouth with a napkin. “Um, you
did
mention bread and cheese, didn’t you?”

“Yes, I did. What’ll you give me for it?”

Her eyes narrowed. “You said I wouldn’t have to fuck you.”

“That’s right, and don’t worry, you won’t. I’m looking for information, not a good time.”

Her snort left no doubt as to what she
didn’t
consider to be a good time. “What kind of information?”

“Are any of your missing friends Zetithian, by any chance?”

“No,” she replied. “Why do you ask?”

He shrugged. “Just a question. I never dreamed I’d find a Zetithian girl on the streets of Damenk. I mean, I’ve lived on this planet for ten years and I’ve never seen one before. For all I know, there might be more of you.”

She shook her head. “Dalmet was Levitian, Cassie was Davordian, and I’m not sure
what
Peska was, but she didn’t look anything like me.”

That information shot down his original suspicion that the bounty was being paid on Zetithians again. “So it’s just young girls going missing?”

“Young
street
girls. Don’t know about any others.”

And the man who’d attempted to carry her off was a Herpatronian, which smacked of something really nasty. “Pretty girls?”

“Sort of—though I wouldn’t have thought a Herpatronian would care.”

He hesitated. “Maybe he wasn’t taking them for himself.”

“You mean he was stealing girls to sell as sex slaves? Yeah, that’s what I’ve been thinking.”

Onca had forgotten who he was talking to. This kid must have seen a lot of perverted behavior in her time. “Or worse.”

Judging from the skeptical arch of her brow, she considered that particular fate to be the worst of all.

Onca disagreed. “I won’t go into all the other possibilities, but if they were sold as slaves, they may at least still be alive.”

She paled slightly. “I hope so. I mean, if someone only wanted to kill them, that Herpatronian would’ve killed me before you ever got there.”

Apparently she hadn’t run into many sadistic psychopaths.
Thank
the
gods.
Maybe she didn’t even know there
was
such a thing as a serial killer.

But Onca knew. Their race had been the victim of perhaps the most notorious serial killer of all time. While others had only
attempted
genocide, Rutger Grekkor had nearly succeeded. His method of operation hadn’t been to do all the killing himself. He had hired henchmen, and he’d had the wherewithal to do it on a massive scale.

Onca wanted to help this girl, but first, he had to get her off the street. If he let anything happen to her, Jack would have his hide. An additional bloodline added to the tiny Zetithian gene pool was worth more to the future of his race than the hundreds of children he had already sired. Thus far, Onca had only fathered crossbreeds. She had the potential to produce purebreds.

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