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had two heads. Okay, then. Maybe she needed to make the first move?
    Carla padded toward the rear exit, hatch opened wide for her to stride down the ramp and onto the platform. The heavy thud of stomping feet reached her and then Argan was at her side, his wing curling around her with a level of protection she hadn’t experienced before.
    Because they were on Earth and he was worried she’d be a target of some sort?
    Argan whipped out a handful of harsh words she couldn’t catch, his voice snapping through the air as if it was a hand and struck the rest of the quad. Surprised gazes flicked to her and then the men were in close formation, their group tight as she was led to the nearby Preor Tower.
    The guards at the doors jumped into action with another snap from Argan, those warriors jumping to do his bidding. She wondered if he outranked everyone or if they were just flat-out afraid of the imposing warrior. She hadn’t taken the time to glance at his rank insignia on the katoth straps that crossed over a Preor’s chest. One held a symbol of rank while the other showed evidence of his honors and accomplishments.
    She’d been too distracted by the whole “Knowing” thing. The Knowing that acted like a sluggish river. It swelled and slid through her mind, twisting its way through her brain in a random weave of bends and curves.
    They all rode in the elevator together, the massive metal box altered to fit the quad plus the green-hued pilot. She watched one of the warriors press the button for the seventy-sixth floor, and she stored that number in her memory.
    The rise was quick and painless. Her ears popped once, but otherwise the trip went by without a problem. As one, they strode from the elevator and Carla absorbed her surroundings. Thick carpet, pale walls, glowing light instead of the harsh fluorescent bulbs that many buildings used.
    Soon, they stood before door seventy-six twenty-four and Argan pointed at the identipad to the door’s right. “Healer Carla joi—“
    She held up her hand to stop him. “Carla. Just Carla.” She moved to the pad and pressed her palm flat, watching the light turn from red to green, and then the panel slid open.
    Argan stepped into the space first and she followed him. It wasn’t until she stood in the middle of her new living room that she realized the others hadn’t followed. Argan was the only other male in the space, his heavy steps carrying him from room to room. The squeak of hinges told her he was opening things. Checking to make sure the apartment was empty?
    Considering the troubles the Preor had experienced in the past, she didn’t doubt it.
    When he finally emerged from one of the rooms, she gave him a tentative smile. “Everything okay?”
    He just grunted, which she took to mean “yes.” Some of the Preor weren’t much for talking.
    “This door leads to Offense Master Rendan joi Carla Butler’s aerie.” He pointed at a door in the far wall, the only one he hadn’t opened. That was Rendan’s apartment then.
    “Oh,” she whispered the word, her nerves re-emerging with those few words.
    That door would keep Rendan out of her space. Or let him in. It was up to her. No matter what, though, they had to be close. Already the Knowing informed her that the headache and some of her nausea was due to the Knowing sickness. Their separation before they could fully mate pressed down on her head, suffocating her with the pain.
    Argan grunted again and strode toward the apartment’s door, the portal still opened wide. The other men peered into the space, watching their exchange. Some appeared skeptical, others unsure, and a couple looked at her as if she held the secrets to the universe.
    “Why are they…” she gestured at the men and Argan just shrugged.
    “Did you speak the truth?”
    “Yes. I mean,” she stumbled over her words. “I don’t know when you’re talking about, but I don’t lie. So, whatever I said, was the truth as I saw it at the