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  His eyes narrowed consideringly. “Correct.”

  “Damn straight. I wasn’t born yesterday.” She took a deep breath. “Are you ever going to tell me your name?”

  “Coal.”

  It surprised her. “Really?”

  He frowned. “What is wrong with my name?”

  “I just expected something more…I don’t know…cyborgish.”

  “On Earth I was created to work in the mines of the moon and because of my dark eyes the humans called me Coal. It stuck.”

  “I see.” She had to admit that his eyes were nearly black and she could see why they’d tagged him with the name. “It’s nice to meet you, Coal.”

  “I don’t feel the same.”

  “Being here beats being on that freighter.”

  “No one has abused me on your shuttle.”

  “And no one will.” She stood. “Are you ready to tell me what you will eat? I’m sure you’ve got to be hungry.”

  “What are my options?”

  She hesitated. “Do you eat sandwiches?” She ticked off her food supplies and then left him there go prepare lunch.

  She wished she could set him free and trust him but she couldn’t take that risk. He was a cyborg, something she knew little about, and had no idea of if they held any kind of honor system. If cyborgs had learned from Earth Government then, he definitely couldn’t be trusted. As she got two trays ready, she decided to ask Arm if they had any chains onboard that were strong enough to hold Coal without fear of him breaking them. He’d be able to move around, stretch, and walk about if they had them.

  Fray met her in the corridor on her way back to the cargo area. “I am on my way to pilot for my shift.”

  She smiled. “Are you fully recharged?”

  “Yes, Jill. I am refreshed.”

  “Great. Remember to run long-distance scans. I’m still worried about that freighter coming after us.”

  “It would be illogical.”

  She sighed, not wanting to explain it again after the tough time she’d had with Roid. “Just run the scans. It’s an order.”

  “Of course.”

  She continued on to the cargo hold, mentally preparing for spending time with Coal. He wasn’t what she had expected. She thought he might be similar to her androids but he seemed more human than not with his distrust and questions. She had to admit to enjoying her conversation with him, a nice change from her daily routine. Having someone to talk to again who wasn’t programmed for responses made her feel as though he were genuinely interested. The doors automatically slid open when she approached.

  Coal’s dark gaze fixed on her the second she entered. “Lunch is here.”

  “I want free.”

  “I know you do.” She walked closer to him and placed both trays on a table Roid had set up next to the freight table Coal lay on. “We’ve gone over this. I wish I could trust you but I can’t take that risk. At worst, you could be lying and kill me. I’ve gone through a lot over the past year to survive. Before you know it, you’ll be able to contact your friends while I’m safely flying away from Hixton Station.”

  He stared at her with those intensely dark eyes and his full lips curved downward. “I won’t hurt you. I do have honor and I give you my word.”

  “I want to believe you,” she stated honestly. “Trust me. It would be great if I could release you.” Her gaze fixed on Arm, taking in his damaged face. He’d shut down again, his eyelids closed to hide his eye sensors. “As a cyborg, I bet you’re great with electronics.” She returned her attention to Coal.

  He paused. “If I were fully functional I could have taken control of your androids.”

  Fear surged through her. “What do you mean?”

  He turned his head, twisting it. She saw two scars on the back of his head near the base of his skull. He looked at her again. “Cyborgs usually have implants. Mine were damaged by the females of my species after I repeatedly escaped them. Otherwise I could remotely hack into your androids programming. As for their physical damage I am well versed in adapting to technology.” He paused. “I could repair your androids if you free me.”

  Longing had her feeling tempted but she shook her head. “As much as I really want that, I just can’t trust you. There’s too much at stake. Can’t you just be happy that I stole you from that freighter and from those awful men who abused you? Is it really too much for me to ask you to stop demanding I release you before we reach the station? I really will set you free. This isn’t a trap. I have to use logic a lot with my guys so here goes. You’re tied down, you can’t break free, and I have no reason to lie to you. If I planned on selling you, I’d just tell you that upfront. You couldn’t do a thing about it but the real truth is that I’m going to let you go.”

  They watched each other, both of them frowning. Coal finally inhaled deeply. “I’m willing to trust you on that.”

  “Great. I’ll feed you first and then I’ll eat.” Her gaze flashed over his chest. “I won’t spill anything on you.” I hope, she thought, not wanting to have to give him another spray down. She gripped his tray and approached him. “Open up.”

  He ate the soup without trying to bite her or struggle. She fed him bread next and finally the protein shake, which he drank through a straw. When he stated that he’d had enough, she sat on a stool and ate, trying to ignore the silent cyborg who watched her. It felt strange to have someone evaluating her every move but she figured that’s exactly what he did. She finished her meal and then gave him her attention again.

  “I was thinking about seeing if we could chain you so you have more movement. If we attempt it would you promise to allow it without putting up a fight? It’s in your best interest if you agree. I’m sure you’d like to get off that table.”

  He hesitated. “You’re asking me to go against my instincts. At the first opportunity I wish to attempt escape.”

  He was being honest and she had to admire him for that, even if it wasn’t what she wanted to hear. “That’s exactly what I’m asking you to do. I really want you to be more comfortable. It bothers me thinking that you―”

  “Incoming traffic,” Fray’s voice stated over the speakers in the room. “It’s a large class-C freighter and they are coming fast.”

  “Oh shit,” Jill gasped, standing so fast she suffered a dizzy spell for a second and she stumbled. Her gaze locked with Coal’s. “It’s got to be the freighter I stole you from. I worried they might not let you go easily.”

  “Orders?” Fray’s voice sounded calm.

  Jill was anything but. “Burn fuel and make a run for it.” She spun toward the door. “I’m on my way.”

  “Affirmative.” Fray spoke before the speaker clicked off.

  “Jill?” Coal growled.

  At the door she turned, staring at him with fear. “What?”

  “Freighters travel faster than these older-model shuttles.”

  As if he needs to state the obvious, she thought grimly. “I know. I hoped they wouldn’t be able to track us and that they’d been damaged enough that we’d be farther away by the time they made repairs.”

  “What will happen if they reach us?”

  “There will be hell to pay. They’ll probably kill me or sell me into a whorehouse if I mange to survive what they do to me first and you’ll be on your way to that death match they have planned for you.”

  He tensed and his arms pulled on the chains that restrained him. “I’m a good pilot. Release me. It’s in both our interests if we work together.”

  She hesitated. “Fray is an excellent pilot. If anyone can fly us away from them, he can.” She fled the room and ignored Coal when he called out to her again.

  She ran toward the pilot station, certain Fray had followed her orders when the engines struggled to full power and the deck vibrated under her feet. The droid turned his head when she entered the room. He gave her a cold smile or what passed as one.

  “I have scanned and there is nowhere to hide. We have the advantage with t