First Dillon lost his ever-loving mind, but then these huge men boarded their craft. No, that wasn’t right. She looked up into the eyes of the man that had knelt before her. She knew that two men had taken off after Dillon while one held a weapon at her head, but this man was different. He was a leader, if the way the others bowed to him was any indication. She didn’t understand what he was saying. His words made no sense at all to her but then he said something else. It sounded a bit like medical only with a thick accent, like a combination of Italian and Latin, melodic and beautiful. Her teeth were chattering, but the jacket that he wrapped around her was starting to chase the chill from her body. His scent surrounded her, affecting Sam in a way she was so uncertain about. “Samantha,” she said, pointing to herself. “Doctor Samantha Henry, United States, Earth?” She saw the confusion on his face, his very handsome and striking face. His eyes were a bright, vibrant green and his hair was white blond and military short.
