The next morning, Korum waited impatiently as Haron—the mind expert in the Arizona Center—carefully examined Mia.
She was lying on a float, her eyes closed and her expression relaxed. She had been lightly sedated to allow for a more thorough examination of her brain. Haron was brushing her hair back, exposing more of her forehead to attach his equipment there.
Korum had given the other male permission to touch her in this instance, but he still felt like ripping him apart for it. He had been equally angry to learn of Arus restraining her during the fight, even though he knew it had been for Mia’s own protection. The territorial instinct was primitive—and completely irrational given the circumstances—but Korum couldn’t help it. When it came to Mia, he was no more evolved than an amoeba.
