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A dark eyebrow quirked over his fathomless black eyes. "On whose orders?"
"The Minister of Defense."
Sylvie watched as his face tightened. "So this is what my brother has been keeping from me."
He set her down, releasing his hold. Chill bumps broke out along her arms, his touch having caused her to react in the oddest of ways.
Her warden grabbed her bindings and started pulling her down the hallway. "Apologies again, Sire."
Panic rose in her stomach as the distance between them grew. There was something about this one, something that said he might take pity on her.
"Wait! Please!" But the alien turned his back and strode off down the hallway in the opposite direction.
