Dangerously Yours: 2 (Loving Dangerously) by A.M. Griffin

color of the Lo’Casta Sea that sat on the northern hemisphere of Laconia. Past his wide shoulders, his flat stomach tapered to narrow hips and well-defined long legs.
    Her gaze came to a stop at his booted feet. They were rather big. Eva had mentioned that the size of a human male’s feet somehow correlated to the size of his penis. An odd correlation, but so far, humans were strange creatures anyway.
    Kane paused just inside the door. His cold gaze briefly flickered to her. She clutched the blanket closer, shielding her body, unsure of what he had planned. Kane stomped across the floor.
    “This is for you.” He shoved a tray of food on her lap. A glass of orange liquid tilted precariously to its side before she caught and righted it.
    The tray was weighted with items she barely recognized. He must have brought everything from the food storage unit and tried to fit it on the tray. Did he really expect her to eat all this? And worse, did he expect her to eat it off her lap?
    Sa’Mya took the tray by the handles and removed it from her legs. With the tray on the bed next to her, she folded her hands on her lap.
    I think not.
    Kane shrugged his indifference. “This is Ryan.” Kane pointed to the male beside him. “He’s going to translate for me.”
    “Where is Nebin? Can I please speak with him?” she asked Ryan.
    Ryan turned to Kane. “She’s asking about the guard. She wants to talk to him.”
    “He’s sleeping off the tranquilizer,” Kane said.
    She pursed her lips. When she had woken up from passing out, she had seen how they were shooting tranquilizer darts at Nebin. “What of Moira and Yazmine? I need them to attend to me. Please send them at once.”
    “Now she’s asking about the females that were with her,” Ryan translated.
    “I don’t care what she’s asking for,” Kane replied. Then, addressing her, Kane asked, “What planet are you from?”
    She stared at him. Had he dismissed her?
    “Will your planet pay for your safe return?”
    Good. They hadn’t given him any information. She bit back the urge to laugh. Of course my uncle would pay to get me back. He can’t rule my planet without me.
    She nodded once.
    “That was a yes,” Ryan said.
    Kane rolled his eyes. “Thank you, captain obvious. I could understand that. At least we got one answer out of her.”
    She narrowed her eyes at him. “I request you move me into a royal suite large enough to accommodate me and my aides.”
    Ryan choked and then laughed as he relayed her message to the captain.
    Eyebrows pulled together tight, Kane asked Ryan, “Did you hit her in the head when you captured her?”
    Ryan frowned. “She was out cold when we got to her. But we did have to decrease their oxygen levels.” Ryan cradled his chin. “Hmm, maybe we decreased it too far.”
    Sa’Mya snapped to attention. “How dare you! I am not addle-brained.” She glanced from Ryan to the captain and back to Ryan again. “Leave my presence immediately.”
    Kane scrunched his face. “What’s her deal?” he asked Ryan.
    “Um…she told us to leave her presence.”
    Kane peered at her with annoyance and crossed his thick biceps over his chest. The thin protective material stretched across his well-defined muscles. “You are a prisoner onboard my vessel. You do not give orders, you receive them. We want you off as soon as possible. This is not the Waldorf Astoria. Now who should we contact?”
    She shut her mouth tight. I’m not leaving until I’m ready. You idiots can figure it out for yourselves.
    “How much are you worth?” Kane asked.
    As if I would tell you. How stupid do you think I am?
    “Look, Princess. If you don’t start talking, I’ll kill the guard.”
    No. Kill Nebin?
    Her mind clouded with outrage.
    She peeled the covers back and stood. Their attention stayed on her as she straightened out her dress. “It is very clear you need me alive. My uncle will pay you whatever you wish for my safe return. But…” She paused to remain