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be something different about it? How could there not be? Everything about her was different!
    Sebastian keenly noticed her reaction to his words and gave her a crooked smile. She hated herself for thinking it sexy.
    “So youcanunderstand us.” It wasn’t a question. “Then you can answer my questions. Where did you come from? When?”
    Analia nibbled her bottom lip, sickened at not being able to better control her emotions.
    Impatient, Sebastian grated. “Tel me, damn you … What is your name?” She flinched. He took note of her reaction and calmed his tone, “Just give me a name.”
    A name wouldn’t hurt. It wouldn’t tel him anything about where she had come from. She hesitated for a moment and then opened her lips to speak, stopped however, at her dry cracked throat. She had to swal ow several times before she could speak.
    Noticing her discomfort the doctor lifted a glass of water to her mouth. She turned her head away, refusing to drink. The last thing she needed was more of their drugs in her system. Shrugging he put the glass back down.
    “My name is Analia.” Her voice was pained.
    “Analia,” Sebastian repeated in his deep rumble. She stifled another shiver at the sound of her name on his tongue. “Let the doctor give you some water Analia.”
    “No.” She cleared her throat, trying to summon her own moisture.
    “Why not? You must be thirsty.”

    “Why not? You must be thirsty.”
    “Because you’ve most likely drugged it. You’ve already given me something, I can tel , it’s making me react … differently.”
    Sebastian glanced at the doctor. “Have you given her anything?”
    The doctor shook his head. “Nothing out of the ordinary.”—pause—“But, again, I haven’t been able to determine her species. She may be having a reaction to one of our medicines.” Focusing on her again the doctor asked, “How are you feeling exactly?”
    “I … just …” She couldn’t tel him that she seemed to desire his captain. “I just feel strange.” Her head fel back and she al owed her eyes to close as a wave of dizziness washed through her.
    “You need to drink some water. It wil make you feel better” Sebastian commanded again.
    Again she refused with a simple shake of her head.
    “We haven’t drugged it, I promise you.”
    “I have no reason to take your word on it”
    A tick started in his jaw. She got the feeling that he wasn’t used to being disobeyed. He reached for the glass and took a swift gulp. Analia watched the thick muscles of his throat work as he swal owed. “There, is that enough proof for you?”
    “You could be immune,” She rasped.
    Growling he shoved the glass at her. “Drink it or I’l make you drink it.”
    A hard dry gulp stuck in her throat. She tried to reach out for the glass but her bindings held her tight.
    Frustrated she began struggling again. Sebastian placed his hand on her stomach, and she froze completely, shocked at its gentle weight.
    Afraid to look at him—and risk becoming entranced again—she kept her gaze on the ceiling. Her stomach quivered under his hand. “Remove your hand”
    she managed, though her voice was less commanding than she meant for it to be.
    “If you promise to stay calm and take a drink, I wil free you from your restraints.”
    Slowly she nodded, not trusting him in the least. He began at her feet, his hands lightly brushing her skin. Leaving trails of warmth fol owed by a lingering coolness. Where he touched her she felt a jolt of energy.
    To her humiliation her body began to react again. What did it think? That he was going to take her here? On the table? In front of the doctor? The thought sobered her. She didn’t want anything to do with him. He was just another obstacle keeping her from her freedom. After he unclasped her wrists, she sat up and al owed her legs to drop over the edge of the bed. As if to saya deals a deal, he held out the glass and she took it. Bringing it to her lips she took a smal sip. It