“Your clothes tore as you pulled away from your attacker. I thought you might want to cover up. I don’t need it for protection here in this heat,” King explained, frowning at the way the woman was staring at his shirt like putting it on was the worst fate she could imagine. It was bad enough he was fighting the urge to hug her, even though she was a stranger. It was taking all his self-control not to give in to the urge to do whatever it took to remove the anguish from her gaze.
His processor was racing to figure out why the hell this complete stranger set off every internal alarm he possessed. Just looking at her gave him a whopping headache.
“Hey King. Are we going to take the cyborg you blasted back with us? He’d be just one more we wouldn’t have to come rescue later, right?”
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