Harold joined Conan, Shamira and Raphael at Lark’s side in the hoverplane’s medical section. Harold wasn’t sure why he bothered glancing at the scan readouts Raphael was pouring over. It was all just a jumble of medical terms and numbers to him.
He apparently got too close to Lark’s unconscious form for Snowy’s liking. The tiny tiger puffed up, hissed, and made a vicious swipe for Harold’s arm. Seeming to understand Lark’s current vulnerability, Snowy had stationed herself on Lark’s bed as her feisty guardian, only allowing Shamira, Conan, and Raphael near her without bared fangs.
Not wanting his arm shredded by Snowy’s claws, Harold took a step back toward Raphael, Snowy’s predatory stare following his every move.
“How is she? What happened?” Harold asked Raphael.
“I don’t know what h
