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and that was exactly what they wanted to achieve. She would use that, and they’d be lulled into a false sense of security.
    That brought her to the second and most puzzling problem of all. “ Marcus Vane .” She whispered his name into the darkness and a frisson of recognition flooded her.
    A thrum started between her legs at the thought of him.
    “Why? Why him and why now?” She dragged the pillow up and enfolded it in a hard hug against her chest.
    Never before had she experienced this flush of interest in a man. Of course she’d enjoyed the odd sexual encounter over the years, but never did her body tingle madly at the thought of a man.
    Maybe it was her human side. Those who were born of pure Ba’Tua families were still repressed to the point of asexuality, but the hybrids born of Ba’Tuan and human relations were more open to the advantages of touch and intimacy.
    She rolled again, the bed squeaking as she shifted her weight.
    She couldn’t say what alerted her, but she turned, instantly aware. It took a second for her eyes to become accustomed to the low light, the gloom punctuated by the light from the computer. Still, it was enough that she could see the doorknob turn soundlessly. Dria rose, mentally preparing herself for battle as she make her way in that direction.
    The door opened...
    Marcus Vane strode inside, and her breath caught.
    “What are you doing in here?” She couldn’t control the squeak.
    He closed the door behind him. “I came to tell you they’re using a sedative called midazolam. It’s a fast-acting drug that works within minutes.” He scrubbed his hand over his face before advancing into the room.
    He thrust his hands in his pockets, and she got the impression he was as uncomfortable with their close proximity as she was. She would swear that all the oxygen in the room had evaporated, and her heart beat rapidly in her chest. “Oh. That’s not really a pleasant thing, is it?” She bit her lip.
    He captured her gaze, his eyes burning, and she had to turn away from him.
    Dria glanced down, and for the first time, she realized he wore very little. All that covered him was a short pair of pants and a tank top baring his shoulders and outlining the muscles of his chest.
    Oh my God! How impressive are those muscles? Her eyes traveled down, catching sight of the bulge in his pants, but she kept them going and noted the scars on his leg; threads of red and pink, denoting healing scars. Her gaze traveled back to his shoulders.
    “Are you...” He cleared his throat and glanced away. “Are you comfortable in here? I know it’s not quite the same comfort level as the hotel, but...” His shrug was tight and quick, as if he didn’t quite know what to do with himself.
    “Yes. It’s... It’s similar to my home on Dirustandi . I live on the base. It reminds me of this.” Her stomach jiggled a little, betraying her nerves and interest in the super sexy Marcus Vane. “Why don’t you sit down? I have something to discuss with you.”
    She turned away, sure she’d jump on him if she wasn’t occupied. Reaching for the light, she switched it on. Only when she turned toward him did she realize how revealing her outfit was. A light cami top and panties didn’t cover much.
    “What did you wish to talk about?” The sound of his gravelly voice raked over her.
    She gulped and with great difficulty dragged her gaze away from the sight of his chest. “I found... I found the tracker you placed on me. Or rather, my clothes.”
    “Ahh.” He looked uncomfortable. “It’s so I know where you are. For your safety.”
    “Well, it could very well have been the reason they found me. You do realize that, don’t you?” The fog of interest dissipated as she aired her concern. “That’s why I don’t wear one.”
    “Maybe.” He shrugged. “But while you’re on Earth, you will have one. It’s part of our security protocol, and your minders and parents agreed to it.”
    She opened her mouth to