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curled a short, pale green root, covered with a network of brown lines.

Brennen reached into a pocket of his wide belt. тАЬIf weтАЩre careful, you can wear it in your hair.тАЭ He pulled
out a silver clip, took back the lily, and wove its succulent root through half the clip. тАЬтАФFor special
occasions, such as your birthday dinner.тАЭ

Firebird held her breath while he pinned the bloom over her left ear. тАЬThere.тАЭ He arranged her long
red-brown curls about her shoulders and then stood back.

She felt his wash of approval and returned gratitudeтАж and arousal. He knewтАФhe feltтАФher response
whenever he toyed with her hair. He offered her a hand up out of the chair. тАЬWeтАЩd better go. Our
reservations are for ten minutes from now.тАЭ He waved off the room lights.

As Firebird passed out into the central quad, now illuminated by a series of shining strips where
light-colored walls joined its ceiling, she caught sight ofтАж

I donтАЩt believe it. Terrell, again!

Brennen, ahead of her, saluted in midstride. тАЬTomorrow, Terrell,тАЭ he said casually.

The husky officer smiled steadily at Firebird. тАЬWhat a beautiful blossom. Hesedan, isnтАЩt it?тАЭ

The clearing captain beckoned to Brennen, who stepped over to her station.

тАЬYes.тАЭ Firebird touched the flower. тАЬIтАЩm told that it is.тАЭ

Why did it have to be this way, that the only Sentinel who seemed to take a personal interest in
herтАФother than Brennen and DardyтАФdisturbed her so deeply? But there it was again: her niggling
premonition about Bosk Terrell. There was death in his keen brown eyes. Whose death? She didnтАЩt
know.

Holding a pair of scan cartridges, Brennen rejoined her, and she caught his sidelong glance. тАЬDid she tell
you itтАЩs her birthday?тАЭ

A net of smile lines sprang up around TerrellтАЩs dark eyes. тАЬCongratulations, Mistress Caldwell. YouтАЩre a
lucky man, Caldwell. Good evening to you both.тАЭ

Seeing Terrell step toward the elevator, Firebird paused to examine a gold-hued glass sculpture that lay
on a table between two waiting couches. It was a relic of the plague-scattered Aurian race, the SentinelsтАЩ
telepathic ancestors, brought aboard their transport of last hope across the light years.

When she looked up, Terrell had gone.

Brennen touched the small of her back. тАЬYouтАЩre agitated. WhatтАЩs wrong?тАЭ

She laid her arm on his. тАЬStaff Officer Terrell bothers me, Brennen. ItтАЩs difficult to explain, but I always
have the impression thatтАж thereтАЩs something not quite focused about him, not quite true. HeтАЩs one of the
strong ones, isnтАЩt he? Why doesnтАЩt he wear a MasterтАЩs star?тАЭ

His dark brows arched. тАЬHeтАЩs only a Staff Officer. Not particularly strong, an A.S. forty. I rather like the