book-three

She imagined him leaning against the shuttle, entertaining thoughts of scolding her for dressing like a ragged commoner. Never mind that her present outfit was light years ahead in comfort.(Actually, he__ wishing he had been less critical of you earlier. He feels bad that you won__ acknowledge his presence, and he blames himself.)(Quit it, Ian. I__ not going to feel sorry for him.)She caught her protector__ shrewd grin, highlighted by the fire__ glow. (You already do, Queenie.)(This talent of yours is really annoying.)He leaned close to her ear and whispered, __hat__ not what you thought earlier when you wanted to get ahold of Efren._ __ne tiny rosebud in a handful of thorns,_ she retorted.