Page 113 of Tamed By Her Touch

He tried to push the feeling away—he was working now. But it was difficult—even when he was away from her, his curvy lab partner was a distraction.

“I would also like historical male samples,” he said, forcing himself to concentrate. “Preferably from before the Love Virus became behaviorally benign.”

Sendar’s expression closed.

“That will not be possible, I am afraid,” he said blandly.

“What? But why not?” Kaelus demanded.

“Those sections of the Archive are restricted,” Sendar told him.

Kaelus frowned.

“Varell told us we would have limited access.”

“And so you do.” Sendar spread his hands, indicating all the samples around them.,

“Then grant me access to whatever historical profiles fall within those limits,” Kaelus demanded.

Sendar gave him a sorrowful look that Kaelus didn’t trust for a minute.

“I’m so sorry…there are none from the period you are requesting.”

Kaelus clenched his jaw in frustration.

“You just told me the Archive contains samples more than two thousand years old.”

“And so it does,” Sendar agreed calmly.

“So when did the violent expression of the virus disappear?” Kaelus asked.

Sendar looked thoughtful.

“Approximately nine hundred years ago, I believe.”

“Then I want samples from a thousand years ago,” Kaelus said.

The other male shook his head.

“They are restricted.”

Kaelus felt his irritation rising.

“Why?”

“Because those were unstable years,” Sendar said. “The records include culturally sensitive material. I cannot release them to you.”

“Women are dying on Glenvarren,” Kaelus reminded him again.

“I am aware.” Sendar sounded almost bored. “And your point is?”

“That I do not particularly care whether your ancestors would be embarrassed by their medical records,” Kaelus growled.

Sendar’s expression chilled.

“This is not your world, Doctor Kaelus.”

“No. But it’s the same virus.”