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She has one blue eye, one green eye, and a voice that slips past his Jedi defenses like smoke. For five days he hunts her across the galaxy, fighting the urge to turn her submission into his own damnation—exactly what she needs to escape the chains and harem waiting if she fails. He wants her for himself, but he doesn't know she's betting everything on his fall.
Lyra Venn leans against the bar of a dim Outer Rim cantina, her mismatched eyes fixed on the Jedi master across the room. She lifts her glass, lets the rim touch her lower lip, and holds his gaze unti
Her fingers stay woven through his, but her mouth is still. Then her voice comes from inside his own head, silk and smoke: 'I've been inside your dreams for three nights, Master Kael. Do you want to k
He curls his fingers inside her, hitting that rough spot again, and she gasps his name aloud. Her hips grind against his palm, chasing the pressure, and he feels her start to flutter around him. He pu