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Working with the stock and equipment required her to bind

up her hair or risk having it pulled out. Beneath his ear

was his Giran ClanSymbol, which appeared as two small

interlocking circles, unlike her Irea mark, which was

shaped like a miniature jagged claw. He was not at all

handsome, and many would say such an angular countenance

made him appear remote, even intimidating. Yet it was not

the strength of his features as much as the shadows beneath

his eyes and a premature purple streak in his black hair

made her heart constrict.

She dared to sift her fingertips through the purple

strands that only came with age or great suffering. You
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are too young for this, ClanSon Giran. What have you

endured, I wonder.

Natala took her hand away and deactivated the interior

lights. Since he occupied her only sleeping place, she sat

on the floor beside the platform and rested her back and

head against the wall. All of the excitement left her

feeling drained, and she drifted into a light doze.

Sometime later his voice woke her. тАЬLady?тАЭ A large

hand reached over the side.

She caught it with her own. тАЬI am here, Warrior.тАЭ

тАЬAh.тАЭ He sounded drowsy as he laced his fingers

through hers. тАЬIt seems I owe you a bed as well as my