7
Cambry walked toward the guard’s sleeping quarters. She hadn’t seen Lundric anywhere, all planet rotation.
He’d left before she woke that morning. She didn’t even know how that was possible—she always slept with one foot on the floor, alert to any danger, so she should have felt or heard him move. But she hadn’t. Maybe she felt that safe in his presence.
She didn’t know how long he’d stayed or why he’d felt the need to come in and hold her. Had it been to comfort her? Or himself? She wanted to ask, but she couldn’t find him. He’d been absent in her flight training.
She drew a breath, mustering the courage to knock on his bunkroom door.
Sten answered. He rubbed his face with one hand, looking groggy. Light poured out of their room, amplified by what appeared to be the crystal Lily ha
