Captured by the Hawk
Interstellar spy, Grey Kay, meets renegade pirate, Captain Black Hawk.
Later in the day, she was escorted again
to the Captain’s cabin. The Black Hawk was seated as usual at his table,
looking at star charts. He glanced up when she was ushered into the room. His
eyes lingered, registering astonishment at her red hair and fair, freckled
skin.
He stood and paced around her with the
supple and deadly grace of a prowling tiger. He spoke in a deep resonant voice,
“A dramatic change! Grey Kat is entirely washed away.”
Trina was attracted strongly by the
feline grace of his body in motion. When he stood still, the image of raw,
feral power was replaced by the enigma of the Black Hawk, clothed entirely in
black.
She raised her chin provocatively, and
spoke in the haughty accent of the Solarian upper class. “I am grateful for
your kindness in providing me with clean clothes and a luxuriously comfortable
room.”
Black Hawk circled her again, insisting,
“I know your face! Where have I seen it?” He halted in front of her, staring at
her face with narrowed eyes. She remained motionless and silent, only her eyes
revealing her insolence.
“Wait,” he cried, with a confident smile
curving his lips. “I have it! You are Mistress Trina Sligo, daughter of the
Solarian diplomat.”
She made a slight bow and said, tilting
up her chin with a mocking, regal air, “You are correct, Captain Hawk! In this
guise, I am Mistress Trina Sligo.”
“Amazing!” he said appreciatively,
shaking his head. “No one would guess you were Grey Kat, the dock thief.”
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