Bree has worked for the agricultural department on Imrahl until this week. She has been identified as a late-blooming breeder and is now shopping for knickknacks to fill her new apartment.
When her escort turns kidnapper and she is dropped on an alien world, running is her only option.
Arix is a master tracker as well as a hunter. When one of the precious breeders is taken, he is assigned to bring her home.
He will hunt her, he will find her, and he will bring her home.
Shopping under guard took some getting used to, but since she was allowed to shop for a few knickknacks to make her apartment in the breeding quarters feel like home, she was taking advantage of the time out and about.
She picked up a silk throw and stroked it softly, enjoying the texture against her hands. She nodded to the vendor and he took the silk, wrapped it and marked it for delivery to the breeders’ compound.
She turned to look for her escort but they were speaking to another pair of Rrassics. Shrugging, she turned back to her shopping and looked for a vase that would catch the morning light in her new apartment. Having her guards changing shifts wasn’t unusual. She had been warned that they would be on short rounds so that she wouldn’t overwhelm them. Bree didn’t know how she could overwhelm the senses of the Rrassic when they worked a number on her equilibrium when she was near them.
She turned to find her escort when she was finished but before she could locate them, Bree felt the brush of a Rrassic against her arm. She looked up to see golden skin next to a military collar and then the hiss of a hypo injector took her world away.
She jolted awake, feeling the heavy weight of her limbs and fighting it. The air was hot and something soft and vegetable based was close to her face. There was pressure on her from all sides except her feet. Bree felt humidity on her feet and she hoped that she was about to do the right thing. With care, she wormed her way backward until her butt and hips were free. She slid out of confinement and leaned back. Sweat covered her from head to toe and her tunic and trousers were all twisted around her torso.
“Holy smokes. It’s a fricking shipment.” Bree blinked in surprise at the stack of goods that were in front of her. She pulled her clothing straight and tried to figure out what was going on.
The humans stolen to work the farms and factories of Imrahl were there to create this kind of shipment. The disturbing part was that on this pallet, the rear section had been sliced off. It had missed her by an inch. The back portion of the pallet was completely missing, so where was it?
She heard voices in the distance and lifted her head to listen. The sounds weren’t human, and if someone had drugged her to take her off Imrahl, she really didn’t want to wait and see what they wanted with her.
She got to her feet and headed in the opposite direction from the voices. The Rrassic would hunt her by scent, but she wasn’t going to make it easy for them.