The Zytaxian retreated, but when the Omyte turned his glowing red eyes on April and smiled at her with three rows of jagged teeth, she cowered away.
This wasn’t sexy. It was frantic, and a little scary. Ulfgard’s great tragedy had left a generation of its males desperate for female contact. And while she could feel empathy for them, she couldn’t sacrifice herself to their hunger.
She had a horrifying feeling that they would tear her apart.
And then she saw something that really scared her.
In the pressing crowd, the lights glowed on a bald, Terran head.
Vlax D’agryx.
No…
She wasn’t imagining it this time. He was facing her direction, and she could see that it was really him.
Impossible as it might be, Vlax D’agryx was on Ulfgard.
She had to get out of sight.
She pulled her token from her pocket and showed it to Emilia.
Then she used it to open the nearest cage.
Emilia’s eyes lit up in recognition and April was relieved to see her friend go to open a cage, too. She would be safe with club employee. It actually seemed like fun to dance in the cage.
But April had to make sure D’agryx hadn’t spotted her.
She seriously doubted a cage would stop him from taking her away. He was the kind of man who took what he wanted.
A massive Vystian stepped out of the cage she had used her token on. He was strapping and handsome and the tentacles on his head flowed toward her like she had a gravitational pull.
“Let’s dance,” she yelled, grabbing his arm and dragging him into the cage.
“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, pulling her close before the door was shut.
“Activate the privacy screen,” she instructed him.
His eyes went hazy with lust.
What was she going to do once they were locked in? She had no plan to need that privacy screen with this total stranger.
Better to figure out how to handle one horny guy than D’agryxor a whole club of desperate men.
But her heart was beating a frantic tattoo and she was feeling almost woozy with fear. The privacy screen came to life around the cage, blocking the rest of the club from view. And just as the cage door was closing, someone reached in and grabbed her, pulling her out.
She was paralyzed with terror, and then a familiar scent hit her nose, and a familiar voice growled in her ear.
“No way,” Khall’s voice was furious, and his breath tickled her neck. “I can’t believe you would come here.”
He was carrying her away through the crowd like she was a sack of rosh-taters, hissing and growling at anyone who tried to come close.
“I have to find my friend,” she screamed over the sound of the music.
“Send him a comm,” he growled back.
“But,” she began.
“A friend wouldn’t leave you alone in a place like this,” Khall roared. “Do you know what they expect you to do in those cages when they put the privacy screen up?”