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figure quickly approaching them.
    Dare turned to see what had alerted him and swore under her breath when she spotted Roc moving swiftly through the murmuring crowd. Good Night, but how the heck would she get the Legion to forget her after fighting a Shorhu Lord, with a  Rovi as her friend?
    Roc didn’t spare a glance for the warrior and dragged Dare to him. “Time to go.” He turned into the crowd in a rush.
     
    “Hold,” Ren growled as the woman left with her Rovi friend. He hadn’t missed her unease with his help, nor the complete dismissal of her gray companion. No matter. His men would retrieve her. Even now they moved to grab the pair.
    Yet as Ren watched the woman leave, he felt a queer desperation not to let her out of his sight. He ignored the odd feeling as his men closed fast. Then she and the Rovi vanished into the crowd as if they had never been there.
    He blinked and looked again but saw nothing. Impossible as it was, the woman had vanished. He ordered his men to find her and stared down at the Shorhu Lord in distaste, nudging one of the bodies with his boot.
    The remains had melted through the floor. The pleasure room staff tried to calm those still watching the spectacle while others chattered and waved arms and appendages every which way, wanting to know who planned on paying for the mess.
    Ren waved Castor over. “Gather the men and return to the ship.” Castor left, while Ren hurried outside and looked up and down the street but saw nothing of the tempting woman, nor her large gray friend.
    Not exactly a rarity, a Rovi warrior still drew attention no matter what he did, if not for his size, than for the sheer strength of presence a Rovi carried about him. But the woman, he thought with a sudden heat, would draw attention to her anywhere she went.
    He wondered at her origins. He didn’t know why, but she reminded him of a Kre Stalker, her golden skin oddly luminescent, her slanted eyes flashing like blue lightning as she’d battled the salamander.
    She’d moved with a preternatural speed he found interesting. He knew of only a few races that could move as she did yet didn’t recognize her features from any of his recollections. And her eyes. Stars. They had been of the clearest violet, like the pools in the forgotten forests of Bylar.
    He swore as his body tightened, the female’s every detail burned into his brain. Her long, lean legs, curved backside and toned frame could not be hidden beneath the vague suit she wore. He could only imagine the sultry curves beneath her space jacket.
    His blood heated, and he felt strangely unsatisfied in a way he’d never before experienced. He tried to shake off the uneasy sensation, wondering what in the Dark World was happening to him when Castor rejoined him.
    Castor seemed stressed. In his dark gaze lurked regret, as if he didn’t want to but had to tell his captain bad news.
    “Yes, Castor? What is it?” Ren wasn’t happy about the woman vanishing, but they were Legion. They’d track her down and—
    “Prince Zebram summons you home. The king lays dying as we speak.”
    Ren froze, caught off guard. A dozen emotions hit him all at once, but he allowed nothing to show. “Set course for Bylar.” He turned on his heel toward his ship, thoughts of the Shorhu Lord and exotic female forgotten.
     
    ***
     
    Planet Bylar
      Ren looked around him with distaste, never truly happy coming back to his place of birth but feeling a vague sense of homecoming nonetheless. He left Castor instructions to see to the men, not knowing how long this might take.
    He moved past the training fields and watched as the masters bandied about with their new recruits. He felt a sharp pang of nostalgia as the trainers bowed their heads respectfully when he passed, in awe and fear of his blatant status as the best of the Legion.
    He had trained on these fields years ago, struggled against the prejudices and intolerances of his instructors, and through the angry violence of