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Padam shrugged. “It’s good to assimilate.”

Olid swiped the bar with a cloth. “Vegas is a career woman. She sees My Single Alien as her baby. She’s not going to let it go for a few nights in the sack with someone. She wants it all.”

“What is all?”

“Love. Romance. Devotion. Isn’t that what all human females want? I’ll lend you copies of my Earth movie collection. It explains everything. Earth women are hard to please because they have high expectations of love. Blame Hollywood.”

Solan growled. He would find this Hollywood and have a few words with him. “I have tried all of that. Vegas still rejected me.”

“Then you need to try harder if you really want her.” Olid moved away to serve another customer.

“Or find someone who is easier to please.” Solan’s gaze slid around the bar. For all the attractive females in there, they left him cold.

“If you don’t want to enjoy yourself tonight, I’m going to have some fun.” Padam downed his drink. “I’ve got my eye on that cute redhead.” He pushed away from the bar and walked over to her.

Solan attempted to muster enthusiasm. The human women in here were fine; he should at least sample one. His gaze settled on every dark-haired woman. He growled to himself under his breath. He was looking for someone who looked like Vegas. What was wrong with him? It was as if she’d infected him with an illness, and he couldn’t shake free of it. He was sick. It was all her fault.

He’d get drunk tonight. Enough alcohol would skew his thoughts and help him forget. Solan was turning to the bar to order another round of drinks when he spotted Heather. She had a bag in her hand, and her cheeks were flushed. He watched as her frantic gaze zoomed around the bar. She saw him and ran over.

“I’m so glad I found you,” Heather gasped out a breath as she reached his side.

“Is there a problem?”

“Vegas has been arrested.”

Solan’s eyebrows rose. “What has she done?”

“Nothing bad. We were trying to leave,” Heather said.

Padam walked over. The smile on his face faded as he saw Heather. “What’s going on?”

“Heather was telling me Vegas has been arrested.” Solan forced himself to look disinterested.

“Who arrested her?” Padam asked.

“Station security,” Heather said. “We need to get her out before we miss our ride out of here.”

“You’re leaving?” Padam’s expression grew concerned. “Where are you going?”

Heather clapped her hands to her cheeks. “I’m not sure. Our dreadful boss basically sold Vegas to Boros. We had to escape before he laid claim to her.”

Solan growled. The thought made him sick. But Vegas didn’t want him, and he didn’t want her. His head was a mess thanks to that infuriating human. Perhaps Boros could tame her.

Padam glanced at Solan. “I take it Vegas doesn’t want to be sold to Boros?”

“She hates him,” Heather said. “It was why we were leaving. Vegas was arranging a ride for us. I got to the docking bay and saw the guards detaining her. I slipped away before they noticed me. Solan, you have to help.”

“Miss Munro has made it clear she does not require my help.” Solan turned toward the bar and gestured for more drinks. “She told me she doesn’t need me. Vegas does not want to be my mate. I cannot protect her if she is not my mate.”

“You have to,” Heather said. “She’s being held prisoner. Diadora is determined to sell her to Boros. From what I’ve learned of Boros, he is a horrible Galaxar. He’ll force himself on her and make her do things she doesn’t want to do. She won’t be his mate; she’ll be his captive.”

“We should assist,” Padam said. “We both know what Boros is like.”

“No. Vegas does not want me in her life.” Solan took the full glass of mead Olid gave him. He took a sip. It did nothing to calm his stomach. “She needs no assistance. She does not want me.”

“Don’t believe a word Vegas says when it comes to love. She’s always saying daft things,” Heather said. “She doesn’t mean it, well, not most of the time. Vegas is used to being on her own and doing things her own way.”

“She is stubborn,” Solan said.