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Hugh sat in the royal garden at the stone table, playing with the pieces of Fee Kell Ree from his room, his guards nearby.
He had tried to contact Kat again, to no avail.
Cleo sat next to him on the bench, occasionally rising to stalk a bird or some other unfortunate creature that dared to cross her path. The kittara was quite the huntress, and enjoyed bringing him prizes, unappetizing as they were.
He patted her head, and returned his attention to the board as questions ran through his mind about the explosive Rogue, Neve.
If she was so dangerous, why had they not heard of her?
It was possible she lived under a different name on Earth. Most did, but he’d hunted many Rogues and had not come across any with explosive powers.
Hugh thought back to accidents and incidents in the news
