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asked.
    She turned to look at him with eyes the color of emeralds, and his breath caught in his throat. Shetah . He could drown in those eyes. Even when spitting fire, they were mesmerizing.
    “Now, what do you think?” she snapped.
    “Things would be a whole lot easier for you if you would just admit defeat and accept the fact that this is your new home.”
    “If you were kidnapped and taken away from your home, would you admit defeat and accept it?” She raised an adorable eyebrow, waiting for his answer.
    One side of his mouth went up in a slight smile. “Probably not.”
    “So then why should I?”
    With that, she turned to head back toward the bar. He followed, watching the sway of her firm backside. Those pants left absolutely nothing to the imagination, and his cock twitched as he fought the desire to grab a handful of that ass, toss her onto the bar, and have his fill of her.
    She scowled at him over her shoulder as though she knew what he was thinking, and he winked, unable to resist teasing her.
    Sitting on a bar stool, he silently watched her stock the shelves with the bottles Agnus had just brought out.
    Agnus sat next to him and chatted in Tilarian about how things were going.
    Sidious only half listened to what he was saying. Most of his attention was on Mikayla.
    Over the last couple of days, he couldn ' t seem to get her out of his mind. He thought that maybe if he saw her again he could figure out what it was about her that had him so intrigued. She was beautiful, that was for certain, but it was more than that.
    Looking down at his cup, he realized it was empty. “Mikayla, could I have some more Korniga, please?”
    “Sure,” she replied as she walked over to take his cup.

    Agnus immediately corrected, “That's „yes, my lord' or „yes, Captain,' Mikayla.”
    “Wow.” Her eyes widened in innocence, and Sidious had to bite back a laugh.
    “Two whole titles. Aren't you special?”
    “Mikayla,” Agnus warned.
    “Forget it,” she replied stubbornly. “I may cut my nose off to spite my face, but I refuse to show this man respect that, in my opinion, he doesn't deserve.” Agnus scowled and stood. Sidious knew Agnus's temper, and he was sure Mikayla was about to get a tongue lashing about respect. Putting his hand on Agnus's arm, he silently coaxed him to sit back down.
    “If you do not wish to call me by my title or rank, what would you prefer?” he asked. He loved her spirit, and he had a feeling whatever she came up with would be amusing if nothing else.
    “„Bastard'comes quickly to mind.” Her lips thinned into a tight line.
    “I'm sure that bastard comes to a lot of people's minds, but surely you could come up with something more inventive.”
    She scowled and walked to the other side of the counter to fill his cup. While she waited for the water to heat, she eyed him mischievously through her lashes. She's got something up her sleeve, he thought.
    “Has anyone ever called you Sid?”
    He raised an eyebrow, and Agnus choked on his laughter. “Not and lived to tell about it, I can assure you.”
    Agnus tapped his chin. “If I recall, there was one man that attempted to call you Sid. Whatever happened to him?”
    “They're probably still searching for his body parts along the Klinvik Belt,” he replied dryly. He bit back a grin when he saw Mikayla throw him a look of doubt over her shoulder.
    She finished pouring his Korniga and then set his cup on the bar in front of him.
    “Here's your Korniga… Sid .”
    Sidious tried to hide his amusement, and it certainly didn't help to hear Agnus next to him snort and reply under his breath, “This should be good.” Tuning Agnus out, he lifted his cup.
    “You better be careful, little one. You're liable to find yourself dead where you stand.”
    She placed her hand on her hip as she tilted her head to the side, scowling at him.
    “So, are you telling me that you would actually be man enough to take care of it yourself and not send