"What the hell--?" Recovering first, Gera started forward angrily, only to stop and pale as the laser swung around to cover her.
Her eyes shifted from the laser to the blonde warrior wielding it. Tall and strong, feminine muscles playing easily beneath the honey-tanned skin. A short, split leather skirt came to mid-thigh, rawhide boots stopping below shapely knees. The vest was sleeveless and only the tight rawhide lacing at the front held it in place. The hilt of a sword showed high behind the warrior's shoulder.
A deadly weapon to match the deadly look in the heavily fringed, hazel eyes.
"What's going on, stranger?" Gera asked warily. "What's the meaning of this?"
"I'm here for my slaves."
"What slaves?"
"The two that were stolen from me," came the harsh reply.
A strong sense of foreboding filled Gera and her gaze darted to the pained faces of the men behind the warrior, seeing the spark of hope and recognition in them.
"Who're the slaves?" someone yelled. "Hurry up so we can return to the bidding for these two!"
Smiling coldly, Dana kept her gaze trained on Gera. "There will be no bidding for these two particular men."
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