He turned toward her. She met his glare with a steady gaze. He bared his teeth and stepped toward her. Her eyes glowed. He knew she could have broken the moment just by looking away. Instead, breathing heavily, she bared her teeth in answer. Two hundred years was not long enough to separate the most basic intimate signals of their two races.
He knew if the passion of the moment continued, he would be committed to following her. Although there had never been a question of his going with her - not really. If he had managed to talk her out of it, then her resolve would not have been strong. And if she had not been determined, she wouldn’t have come to him in the first place. This night was more about convincing himself. And not only about her plan. Had she not found a reason to be in his quarters before The Dominator reached port, he would have found a reason to be in hers.
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