“You do not feel well?”

“I feel great. I’m just a little sore. You know, down there.”

“Unacceptable.” Lifting her in my arms, I cradled her to my chest and carried her to the co-pilot’s seat. While she buckled in, I removed a ReGen wand from a storage cabinet and placed the glowing green wand between her legs, right up against her pussy.

“What?” She looked down at the healing device, then back up at me, a drunken look coming over her. “Oh. That’s nice. I gotta get me one of these.”

“We have dozens of them at home.” Home. With her. I liked the sound of that.

“Really?”

“I do not lie.”

Now that my mate was properly taken care of, I returned my attention to the control panel and began running scans on the ventilation system. Saw nothing. Ran the scans again. Still nothing.

“Where did you see this rubber duck box?”

She had her head tilted back, and her eyes closed when she answered. “Right around the corner from where you made me fall from the ceiling.” She opened her eye and peered at me through the corner of the nearest one. “Which you wouldn’t have been able to do if that stupid box hadn’t been in my way.”

I glanced down at the ReGen wand, saw that the device’s lights indicated it had finished healing my mate. I held out my hand, palm up. “All better?”

“Yes. Thank you.” Abby placed the wand in my hand, and I was intrigued to see her cheeks turn a shade of pink.

“Why are you turning pink?”

“What?” She turned to face away from me. “I’m not.”

“Are you unwell?” I left my seat to kneel next to her, running the ReGen wand over her from head to toe.

“Stop that. I’m fine.”

“Then why are you changing color?”

She grabbed my wrist to stop the scan, her small fingers unable to completely wrap around me. “It’s called a blush. It happens when I’m embarrassed. It’s no big deal. I’m fine.”

“Then show me this box.”

“You won’t be able to fit in there. It’s a tight squeeze.”

“That is why you will carry this.” I returned the ReGen wand to its compartment and removed an advanced comm device with video broadcast capabilities. The comm was small, meant to be hidden during missions where Styx wanted evidence or proof of someone’s deeds. Abby would not have difficulty taking it along. “You will carry this, and I will monitor you from here. I will see what you see.”

“Okay.” She unbuckled and reached for the comm. I lifted it out of reach and looked down into her eyes. “You are not to touch the box, do you understand? I do not know what it is, and it may be dangerous.”

“Okay. Point this thing at it. Don’t touch it. Got it.”