Mark watched Anya scurry through the arched entrance. It looked as if that nice little tail had been a bit singed. He decided to go back and find out what had yanked Flagen’s chain this time. “Slumming, Flagen? Xenophobia in lock down?” Mark’s eyebrow rose in a suggestion of derision.
Flagen gave a classic Gallic shrug. Mark marveled at the interchangeable body language exhibited by both Sarran and Earthen. He was sure research would someday prove a common genetic source. He scowled at his brother-in-Bond, permitting his fury to show on his face. “If this is a jealous tantrum, you are engaged in a duel without a saber. Alligators look indolent in the sun, but they have teeth. They don’t eat often, but when they do, they swallow you whole.”
“I found her wandering the corridors. I brought
