Chapter 24-1
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR Samara gave Emma a questioning look when Crom stopped another warrior from entering the small café-type lounge they had entered a few minutes earlier. She didn’t know what was going on, but something had clearly upset the man. “Do you have any idea what has his fur in a wad?” she murmured to Emma. Emma shook her head and glanced under her eyelashes at Crom. “No. Something is wrong. I can feel Ha’ven checking on me every few minutes.” Samara picked up the tray with the meal she had programmed in the replicator, sniffed it, and shrugged. It looked like a grilled cheese sandwich and fries. She wasn’t up to trying any alien replicated meat yet. “How do you know it is a bad sign?” she inquired. She followed Emma to a table near a window that looked out into space. It s
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