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LeCler… Flenn paused outside her door and pressed a key on the panel that would alert her to his presence. He replaced his laser on his belt, but as he looked down at the front of his uniform and his hands, he saw the red that coated him.
The door opened, and she was there, her hair loose, her gown, nearly sheer, brushed the tops of her bare feet. There was expectancy in her expression. When she saw the blood, a glint of satisfaction lit her eyes. She moved aside, and Flenn entered the Royal Chambers.
“It is done?” was the question from behind him.
“Yes. Just as we planned. I need to clean myself, incinerate this uniform,” Flenn said the last more to himself than Marlis.
He was familiar with her quarters, as he had visited her often over recent years, and began moving down the corr
