Raz was spoiling to plant his fist into Zeb’s scowling face at his highhanded tactics from earlier. Celeste. He liked her name as much as the wild, bewildered look on her lovely rounded and pink face and her big watery pale blue eyes. He half smiled at how she’d caught both him and Zeb unawares, not an easy thing to do. She had fire and fight. Even if her clothes were rags and her face a little dirty from living rough, she was still an utterly lush, exotic beauty. No wonder the human females were in such high demand on Galafrax. They were so unlike the women of his species. He frowned, thinking about her condition, frail human females, treated like nothing but cargo to the Jorval. He half wanted to go reanimate the dead traders only to kill them all over again. The pain, fear, and utter exhaustion he saw in his Celeste’s eyes had felt like a big fucking laser blast to his chest. He relaxed slightly, knowing Kue would make sure she was well cared for. His younger brother, despite being just as deadly as any of his brothers, had a deep, tender side, one Raz knew their human female would easily draw out.
