Salvage Rights (Distant Worlds Book 2) by Kelly Lucille Read Free Book Online Page B

black hair was smooth with a pronounced widow’s peak and
trimmed precisely at the nape of his neck.  The wicked curve of his dark brows
slashed over eyes that were so dark blue they almost appeared black unless you
looked close enough to see the difference.  His skin was bronzed from the sun
and he had no beard stubble like Mac and the doctor.  Instead, his face was
fierce with its starkness and clean symmetrical lines.  His lips pressed tight
together did not negate the perfect cut of his features, or the surprising
fullness of those well-shaped lips.  And he said nothing, just letting her look
her fill, his face closed down, but his eyes never leaving her.
    Danika narrowed her
eyes further, taking in the smooth bronzed skin of his neck above the precisely
buttoned collar of his coat.  He was dressed in what her research said was ship
formal.  Costly black leather pants tucked into high polished black boots, and
a flowing white shirt tucked under the long-tailed leather coat.  His hands
were covered in gloves of the same black leather.  It was very similar to what
he wore when she met him, only without the buffed shine that this leather
carried.  Everything was stark and added to the powerful body of the man
wearing it.  Even the sword that hung at his waist from the belt over the long
coat was shiny and sparkled with costly gems.  Yet, there was something not
quite right, a lie amidst all that.
    Danika’s eyes were
continually drawn back to his.  Even shuttered of emotion, she could feel the
weight of years that resided there, pressing down from that deep blue.  Yet,
the lack of lines around his eyes belied those years.  And again, she spoke
without thinking past the truth she revealed.  “You are not human.”
    Those eyes narrowed,
and Danika felt the wave of fury wash over her before he wrapped one leather-covered
hand around her throat, lifted her by the neck and shoved her back against the steel
door.  Even as she wrapped her hands around his leather-covered wrist to try to
pull him off her, she was assaulted by the frost emanating from him in waves,
while her back pressed against the cold of damaged steel at her back. 
    Strange, she
thought , to shake with cold on a planet of two suns.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

CHAPTER SIX
    Luc felt her heart beat
flutter even through the leather covering his hands, and still she did not
struggle under his grip, just held on to his wrist shivering as if cold, her
eyes on his, as the light there began to flicker.  He dropped her to the floor
and stepped away, listening to her gasp for breath without satisfaction.  He
kept his back to her shivering form while he looked out over his opulent
rooms.  “You understand that I can kill you any time?”
    When she didn’t answer,
he turned so fast his coattails arced around him.  “Do you understand I can
kill you anytime I want and no one will question it?”  With her hand wrapped
around her abused throat, she nodded, staring at him still with those wide
knowing eyes.  Beautiful fucking truthsayer eyes.   He walked to her,
until he once again stood over her, then he offered her his hand.  She looked
from him to his extended hand, and then after a moment of hesitation, she took
the leather-gloved hand. He pulled her back to her feet; wobbling, Luc held her
steady until she was able to stand on her own.  He led her to the table
overflowing with universal delicacies, and pulled out her chair for her.  She
sat after another short hesitation; then he walked around the solid wood table
and sat down. 
    “Eat,” he said, picking
up his own utensil.  The little Bruha watched him take a bite before she
breathed out a slow exhale but she didn’t eat. Luc felt those eyes like a
brand, just like every other time she had looked at him.  “My cook went out of
his way to give you a little bit of everything,” the suggestion being she
should appreciate it.   
    He watched a touch of
anger filter through before she