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“She did?”

“Yes, didn’t you talk to her about this? I’ve already had a full interview with her about what transpired and have documented everything and sent it off to the Antiquities Council already. She behaved admirably on your behalf. I am pleased with the steps she took to keep you healthy until we could arrive to rescue the two of you.”

“We haven’t spoken since a few days ago at the med lab. She spoke to Roda and had herself moved to a cabin nearest the shed, I suppose to be able to work easier on all the artifacts that were being brought down to her makeshift lab in that shed.”

Erid leans back in his seat. “Taylor Dumas claims you saved her life two different times, when you pushed her to the ground and covered her body with your own. This is how you were hurt so extensively, twice, in the pursuit of using your own body as a shield to save her softer human form. This was her main reasonfor being so attentive to you, in response towards how you’d protected her. She then wanted to protect you too.”

I blink, slightly surprised that I’d go to such lengths to save the human.

He meets my gaze. “You must like her.”

My brow furrows. “No, that’s what’s odd, I don’t like her at all. I still find her annoying.” Which in fact is a half-truth. My body still yearns for hers. Last night I had a shameful, highly erotic dream of the two of us pleasure mating.

“Well, at the very least you should thank her for saving your life in response, before she leaves.”

I stand up and put down my drink. “She’s leaving?”

“Yes, she’s all done here and leaving for the transporter station later today. Didn’t you know?”

A growl rumbles in my chest and gray smoke billows from my nostrils. “No, I didn’t.” I march for the door and exit the room.

Chapter 13

Taylor

Icannot believe I had a torrid affair with Sten Sandstone in that cave and he couldn’t remember any of what happened between us. It was the most scorching hot, emotionally intense, sex of my life, with mind blowing orgasms and not something I’m likely to ever forget and yet he did easily forget.

I glance around at all the boxes that are neatly arranged, ready for my mobile artifact transporter to take them to Gravian. All three stands of the unit are in alignment around the boxes, ready for me to start the sequence to send another shipment. The tablets and print books are in good shape and should be easily repaired.

I blow back a strand of sweaty hair and pause, thinking yet again of what transpired.

The worst part is that I think I was falling hard for him.

I don’t want to admit to anyone this is happening. I’d lose my job, as I should because sex with a local client or contact is a huge no, no.

Also, Sten can’t remember what happened and he treats me as if I’m basically a stranger and as if we didn’t have the best sex of my life. Before that last aftershock he even said he…I think hewas hinting that he was falling in love with me too and that we were going to maybe become something permanent?

Or maybe he wasn’t? I’m not certain of how he felt about me because we didn’t have a chance to fully talk before everything went to hell.

And now we’re back to square one.

And I don’t want to keep showing up and telling him details of what happened, like some needy being hanging onto scrapes of his attention. Yuck. I’m already being unprofessional for the way I reacted on my arrival. Now I had sex with my boss and he’s tossed me aside? The male financing this entire operation.

Terrible. This is the stuff I’ve heard happening with a few other Librarians in the past, the gossip flying fast and furious. I always acted offended and horrified at their behavior. And now here I am doing the exact same thing.

If anyone back at headquarters found out I’d lose my job, as I should, because this is a huge no, no.

Luckily the very next day I find they’ve found the crates. And I facilitate them moved to the shed so I can categorize and transport them to my lab quickly.

I hit send and standby as the bright light glows and I watch with a wide smile as the boxes I carefully organized scatter into atoms and disappear. I check my tablet and wait until I see the green light letting me know they arrived.

Then I look up and the object of all my woes stands in the doorway. “Sten,” I grumble.

He strides forward, looking so very handsome and fuckable, as usual. I’m so angry at him for forgetting all about me, about us and yet I want nothing more right now than the right to be able to sink to my knees in front of him, unbuckle that silver belt and take that heavy shaft in my mouth. I still remember what he tastes like and how he feels inside of me and I miss him so much.

But he doesn’t seem to miss me at all, which makes me think it really meant more to me than it did to him. I moved to a cabin and I haven’t seen him in the last few days and not once has he tried to contact me.

“I’m returning to Gravian later today,” I comment.

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