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behind me and examined my reflection.   “Good.   You look very fetching.”
    My hair had been put up in a sexy messy way and my painted eyes and lips made me look vampish.   I was working it, all right.   I’d have to make sure Elentinus knew it was all his meddling servant’s doing.
    Whore led the way out of my cell.   “I expect you to conduct yourself with charm and grace just as before.   Don’t badger him with questions, and don’t confront him about any of your circumstances.”
    “I know.”
    Whore stared at me with narrow eyes as we stood in front of Elentinus’ door.   “Lord Elentinus confides in me.   If I learn that you’ve offended him in any way, or that you’ve upset him for any reason—“
    “You don’t have to threaten me.”   I stayed focused on the door.   “Lord Elentinus has been a Hell of a lot nicer to me than you have.   I’m not about to get on his bad side.”
    “Would you like us to be friends , Maritza?”
    The evil smirk on his face gave me a chill so strong I got goose bumps.   I wetted my lips inside my mouth and said, “Maybe.”
    Whore pressed a button beside Elentinus’ door.   “Then see to it this night ends with you in Lord Elentinus’ bed.”
    Oh, for Pete’s sake...
    “Enter,” Elentinus said from inside.
    Whore got in front of me once the doors slid open.   “I’ve brought the girl, master.”
    “Thank you, Hor.   You may leave us.”
    He got out of my way with one final threatening asshole glance.   I stepped into the massive room slowly.   I was probably looking at 3,000 square feet of floor space.   The domed ceiling went up at least two stories.   I’d entered on a marble-looking platform area the size of a large patio.   I had to go down six steps with a broad landing in between just to reach the floor.   Most of the room was empty floor space with pretty tiles spread out in a pattern among plain ones.   There looked like a large curtained sleeping area on the far end of the room.   A lot of tall windows with cushioned window-seats lined the rest of the circular wall.   There was a seating area, just like the one in the lobby, and a big rounded desk area with a computer terminal.   Further back was another platform area that looked like it had weapons or sporting equipment stored on it.   In the center of the stuff I saw what I guessed to be an exercise machine.
    Elentinus stood in the middle of the room beside a round white table that was molded up from the floor.   There were place settings for dinner.  
    I headed over to him.   The distance between us was far enough for me to get a good look at him without it being awkward staring.   Elentinus’ stature gave him more of a military general look than that of a lawmaker.   There was a very regal aspect to him, too.   His shoulder adornments reminded me of a king’s robe—and he wore it well.   This was the first time I’d gotten a good look at his svelte, muscular body.   Whore was a big guy, too; I assumed all the Dak-Hiliah men were.   However, Elentinus’ muscles were defined.   His tight outfit revealed chiseled deltoids and a pronounced six-pack.   Then there was his face with that long wispy white hair.   Even the first time I saw him I could see the handsomeness from behind the strange markings.   Yes, he had weird purple curly horns, but they were easy enough to ignore.   Elentinus could have been a novelty rock star back in my time, looking exactly as he did now, and would have had throngs of female fans.
    I stood next to him at the table.   That’s when I realized his lips were parted, and he was looking over me as thoroughly as I had him.
    He took my hand.   “You look stunning, my dear.”
    “Thank you.”   I felt my cheeks go flush, and I lowered my eyes.   This level of demureness was a little high on the goofy scale for me, but whatever.   He really did have my heart going pitter-patter.
    I sat in the chair Elentinus indicated.   We