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Nada. There were shadows in those golden eyes that indicated a murky past.
She was also damn familiar.
The feeling nagged at him. Had he encountered her on another ship? Had their paths crossed on Earth years ago?
He searched the depths of his memory, but the answer remained elusive.
He let the questions recede, still mesmerized by her beauty, consumed by the desire to unravel her story.
His inner wolf stirred, letting out a primal rumble that coiled through his muscles with an aching need.
He clenched his jaw as a shudder rippled down his spine.
His nostrils flared, remembering her subtle scent: soft musk and storm-soaked jasmine.
That unique fragrance made his blood thrum, and his lycan spirit clawed at the cage of his ribs with a hungry desire.
Impervious to the two terrified cartel Dons whispering furiously before him, he indulged in a fantasy of her in his bed, waking in the aftermath of intimacy.
Wearing one of his shirts, or nothing at all.
Her skin warm from sleep, her gaze sultry and overflowing with yearning for him.
Fokk, he wanted her.
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Chapter 5
SOLEIL
Twice weekly, Soleil made the now-familiar journey from the ship’s underbelly to Deck 27, where Cabin 2 waited.
Every other shift, so washe.
When he was home, Santiago gave her space and let her clean in peace while he worked on his terrace.
He favored a deep outdoor armchair.
He sat most times with one ankle crossed over his knee, emphasizing his thick, muscled thighs, a synth pad balanced in one hand, a mug ofkahawain the other.
In between his holo calls and furious typing, she sensed his gaze, his eyes following her.
She also perceived a power thrumming beneath his veneer, a silent, coiled force that could either protect or destroy, depending on the inclination of his heart.
As she grew more at ease with him, he initiated conversation in his timbred voice, asking her how her night had been, how her boss, Wren, was treating her, and about her work.
His questions unsettled her, peeling past her defenses with disarming ease.
Hell, she wasn’t used to a man probing about her life without wanting something in return.
She was used to leverage, manipulation tactics, and power posturing.
He gave her none of that energy, just quiet, steady interest that left her off balance.
Yet all she gave him were short, mumbled responses.
He listened as if he cared for her answers, his full attention on her when she did speak.
