He gazed upward at the viewing area. Mira sat on a stone bench, watching the final stage training exercises. His opponent was learning his strengths and his weaknesses. Last planet rotation, she had made him lose control. He’d smelled another cyborg’s scent on her skin and his processors had shut down. Instinct took over, the savage, primal need to mark and claim his female. The taste of her lingered in his mouth. He shouldn’t feel this way. She was his enemy. He could be assigned the task of killing her. And she was a formidable foe, powerful in a fully feminine way and unrestrained by ethics. Lies dripped from her lips. She twisted every situation to give her the advantage. Even while in the depths of desire, she guarded her words, telling him nothing. He had to keep his processors online while he was near her. She said she sold the cyborg because he was about to be decommissioned, he transmitted to Ace and Thrasher.
