They worked in silence to prep the systems and check the ship.“All set, Captain.” Rhys called, his thumbs poised over the switch that would trigge... the decoupling process.“Set to burn, detach on my mark.” Cait ordered as she slowly began to dial up the engine, watching the thrust increase to a notional threshold that would clear them of the container once they were no longer tethered to it. The computer wasn’t designed to predict what they were trying to do so it was hard to provide a countdown. Collins was not to be one of the riders.He was geared up in his security equipment with radio and riot gear just to act as a buffer between the demonstrators and us riders of the hunt. The hunting party was a full twenty assorted gentry and about a half-dozen outriders to supervise the hounds and keep the hunt followers at bay. The master was Sir William and he looked splendid in his attire and his aloof attitude requiring that he be the center of attention at all times.The hounds were making a. The last thing she wanted was this bitch making a fool of her. ‘Hi Margo, it’s unlike you not to be with someone.’ Roger smiled and winked at Helen. Helen recognised him immediately he was her husbands rival for the position of Global Accounts director. He obviously missed the show as he didn’t recognise her. Margo gave him an exaggerated look of boredom. ‘You should swap sides and join my campaign for the job and dump that loser. I’ll make you my personal assistant.’ He said. Gaining nothing. “There now, isn’t that better.” I was shaking I was so terrified.“Hey now, relax. I’m not going to hurt you. I promise. Well, unless you anger or disobey me.”“What…what do you want with me?” He smiled and began moving towards me.“It’s not what I want from you. I don’t want anything from you. I just want you.” He wrapped his arms around my waist. In the light of the cabin I could finally see him. He was darkly handsome. So handsome it almost made me forget he had just kidnapped me. Almost.His.