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Cambry fidgeted with the white Zandian guard’s uniform she’d opted to wear instead of her usual tunic and leggings.
“You look beautiful.” Lundric’s voice was gruff.
She’d worn her hair down for him because she loved the way he stared at her when she did—as if he never wanted to look away.
He took her hand in his larger palm and led her off the battleship into a cool, climate-controlled dock that was part of Prince Zander’s palatial pod.
She drew in a breath, throwing back her shoulders and lifting her chin, determined not to embarrass Lundric, who had brought her to meet his ruler, Prince Zander.
Guards stood inside the door, but they merely nodded as Lundric strode past them.
Her jaw dropped. The palatial pod was exquisite. The walls were made of some kind of natural plaster, eac
