Page 234 of Fated Mates of Breeder Prison

“Is your entire crew made up of Vulcarians?”

“Most, but not all. We have learned to distrust most other species. The only ones we trust are those that have also had their culture destroyed by our common enemy.”

“What will you do once you get away from here?”

“Return to my ship.”

He didn’t seem altogether pleased with that concept.

“Have you thought about trying something different?” I said.

“My crew is depending on me.”

“Someone else can’t be their captain?”

He cocked his head to one side.

“You don’t like that I’m a pirate?”

No, but I wasn’t about to tell him that.

“It seems to me that you’re better suited to… other things,” I said.

“Not all of us can be historians,” he said, smiling at me.

Boy, did I like that smile.

He looked like a boy, a dimple rising to one cheek.

The boyish quality clashed with his otherwise monstrous appearance—his sheer size, bulk, strength, and the twisted horns.

He was nothing like the monster I thought he was.

Except in bed.

The rumors, so often disappointing when it came to other prisoners, had certainly been true of this particular prisoner.

“How about you?” he said.

I wondered when he would ask me that.

“I’d like to return home,” I said.

“Then home you shall return.”

“You’ll let me go?” I said, surprised at this revelation.

“Of course. You have a home to return to. And no doubt, your family and friends will be missing you.”

Would they? I wondered.

I figured my landlord would be more concerned as I hadn’t paid my rent in a year.

The police would have gotten involved, trying to locate me.

They might even have fingered the wrong guy, thinking I had been kidnapped by a human.

“My family’s not close,” I said. “We’re a family of black sheep. When I moved away from home to study at college, I rarely contacted them. I let them know I was fine every now and then but they never worried about me.”

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