Chapter 12-3

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Tigger didn’t like being carried; but Anya’s grip on his coat was tight. She was stressed and hurting. Tonas and Jonal had little time to explain the circumstances of the separation. Mark told her he would come by and explain in a few tines. Anya hated being treated like “the girl.” She heard Jonal go near ballistic when he spotted Flagen at the edge of the security party. Now there’s an oxymoron, Anya thought. I don’t feel too secure and this is no party I want to attend. The Sarran seemed to have taken to cats. They had a hard time with the concept of pets, animals kept with no purpose other than entertainment, but once the concept was grasped, they all wanted one of their own. From what she had been told, Anya was taking temporary shelter with Cynthia (Syn) Sinclair, the only other wom

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