Draanthing hell… was He couldn’t help a small smile spreading over his lips as the two females were rooted out of their little hidey-hole by one of the guards. Marika’s sister didn’t walk out. She stalked instead, danger and warning written into every line of her tiny, curvy little body.
stalked “How much for that one?” he asked Vaxel, nodding toward her.
The Pelv joined him at the window. “The short one… meh… give me a hundred credits for her. The other one?” Vaxel’s eyes narrowed and Beauty wanted to snarl, knowing he was analyzing the scene exactly the way he had. “Not for sale. She’s a good two if ever I saw one.”
Beauty’s growl did break free from his throat this time and the Pelv slid him a sly sideways glance. “Why? Interested? You could always step on the sands again and win her
