“I f*****g hope not,” I muttered the words under my breath, but Gunnar heard me. Of course, he did. We were trained to notice everything. Every hesitation. Every movement. The slightest detail could be used to heighten a female’s pleasure, to discover her true desires, her darkest needs. I’d just begun to know Whitney, and I needed more. I needed her complete surrender, her trust. Her love. I needed her to love me. And wasn’t that a f*****g tragedy now.
“I see.” His gaze held mine for the barest moment, but I knew he understood. His hands moved over screens we could not see, and his expression darkened. “There was an emergency transport initiated, then canceled, approximately nineteen minutes ago.”
My blood turned to ice. “Cancelled by whom?” I asked.
“Commander Clive of Trixon security
