The male otrokar started forward, moving deliberately, his head lowered slightly, his eyes unblinking, his gaze focused on Lord Robart with terrible intensity. Uh-oh. Jack peeled himself from the wall by the partition and casually strolled down on an intercept course. Khanum said something, her face projecting derision. And there go the fangs. A slim, hard-looking otrokar female smoothly moved into the big soldier’s path. “Where are you going, Kolto?” “I’m going to wring his neck,” the large otrokar growled. “First, you won’t get through.” “Watch me.” “And if you did manage it, Khanum would
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