Her pale body was framed by the dark-blue fabric for a moment and then the contrast disappeared, leaving the graceful perfection of her form. High, firm breasts and a trim torso led his gaze to her narrow waist. The womanly flare of her hips swept into long, shapely legs. He allowed himself a greedy moment to appreciate her physical beauty, then he motioned for her to turn around. As she performed a slow rotation, he scanned the room, meticulously checking for any trace of Inwatta’s energy. His captor seemed to be upholding her end of the bargain but he doubted her generosity would last. Likely she would wait until he was good and distracted, then she’d slip into his mind. “You’re lovely,” he told Jocelyn once they faced each other again. “But are you responsive?” Sliding his thumb across the corner of his armband, he triggered a panel above her head. Wrist restraints on smooth alloy cables slowly descended toward his uneasy companion. She looked at the cuffs then at him, her expressive green eyes making it clear she was uncomfortable with the new development.
