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The figure emerging from the helicopter matched what she'd imagined the elder Modana looked like. He was short, pudgy, and balding, but instead of wearing a fierce and intimidating expression, he looked like he was either scared or confused.
Margo frowned. She hadn't seen Modana when he'd been in her and Jasmine's cabin, but she'd heard him, and he'd sounded haughty and condescending. Perhaps he'd gotten some bad news?
Would it be too much to hope for that the bad news was the demise of his cruel brother?
Her musings came to an abrupt halt when the next guy stepped out of the helicopter. He was one of the most gorgeous men she'd ever seen, and he had a megaphone in his hand.
That was odd. What did he intend to do with it?
"That's not Carlos, right?" she whispered.
Looking stunned, Alberto didn't answer.
The hottie lifted the megaphone to his lips. "Lay all of your weapons down, get on your knees, and put your hands over your heads."
The command reverberated through her body, and in the next moment, Margo found herself kneeling on the deck with her hands on her head. Next to her, Jasmine and Alberto were doing the same, and so were all of Modana's men, including Modana himself.
"You can get up." The gorgeous man tapped Modana's shoulder. "Tell your men to relax and obey my commands."
Was that magic?
Or was the megaphone some kind of a new weapon that took people's will away and made them obey orders? If so, it was a very dangerous weapon but also very useful in the right hands.
As the megaphone wielder moved aside, another man jumped out of the helicopter, and if she thought that the previous guy was the most gorgeous man she'd ever seen, she now had to revise her assessment because the tall blond was the stuff of fantasies come to life.
"How can you be so stunningly perfect?" she murmured under her breath.
As if he'd heard her, the man turned to look at her, his intense blue eyes boring straight into her soul.
Margo couldn't breathe.
The world tilted, and she was falling, and then there was nothing.
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NEGAL
Negal recognized Margo right away. She had obeyed Kalugal's command like everyone else on the yacht and was kneeling on the spot, but there was something wrong with her. Her expression indicated shock, and she was swaying on her knees.
When she started to topple sideways, he used his incredible speed to jump from the helipad down to the deck below and catch her before she could hit the deck.
Lifting her into his arms, he walked over to one of the armchairs and sat down.
She was so much smaller than what he’d imagined, and her scent was off, but she was also much more beautiful than the picture he’d seen on Frankie’s phone.
Her paleness worried him, and so did the dark circles under her eyes. Some of it was the fault of old, smeared mascara, but the wrongness of her scent indicated disease.
Kalugal walked over and crouched next to him. “What’s the matter with her?”
“I don’t know, but her scent is off. Can you smell it?”
Kalugal leaned closer, sniffed, and grimaced. “Drugs.” He looked at the human male kneeling a few feet away and snarled, “I bet it’s his doing.” Kalugal pushed to his feet and walked over to where the other woman was kneeling and sniffed her. “She was drugged, too.”
Negal tensed. “Is Margo in danger?”
Kalugal returned and crouched next to them again. “Margo’s heart rate is normal, and she is breathing fine. Perhaps the drugs combined with the surprise of our arrival were too much for her after all she’s been through. She probably just needs a few moments.”
Negal didn’t know anything about human physiology, but Kalugal’s wife used to be a human before she’d transitioned, so he must be knowledgeable on the subject, and he didn’t look concerned.
