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casually rest her butt on the lip of her desk. “Is there anything I can help you with?”
    A shadow crept over his handsome features—so like his brother and yet so very different. It was the eyes. Falcon’s were a rich emerald, while Kestrel’s reminded her of the color of the sky just before it rains.
    â€œDeclan, the king and queen’s son,” he said, his face pinching slightly. “He’s asked to see you in the royal chamber session tomorrow evening at dusk.”
    Sparrow fought to hear his words over the strident pounding of her heart. “About?”
    â€œThat is for him to divulge in detail. However, I would hazard a guess it would have something to do with what you did for my brother.”
    Although he’d explained himself well enough, Sparrow kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting for a piece of news that would justify the unease she felt tightening in her gut. Until she realized the emotion came from Falcon. However, before she had the chance to question him, tender thoughts for Kestrel swarmed her mind, taking its place.
    â€œAbout my brother,” he said, a faint smile finally crossing his face. “Thank you.”
    â€œYou’re very welcome.” She nodded. “Oh, Falcon,” she called when he turned to leave. “Do you know where the captain is? He, uh, missed his appointment with me earlier today.”
    Falcon shook his head. “I haven’t seen him since the legion meeting with the other warriors.”
    Sparrow’s brow tightened and her heart skipped, but she tried to disguise her unease with a smile. “My meeting with the acting regent tomorrow, a legionnaire meeting tonight…” She shrugged. “You’re not gearing up for some big battle, are you?”
    Falcon didn’t reply. He didn’t have to. His face gave it all away.
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    â€œIs it true?”
    Kestrel turned from the doorway, heading back to the gear bag he’d been packing on his bed. “Is what true?”
    â€œAre you really taking the legionnaires and going after the crystal?”
    Shutting his eyes, he took a deep breath. He’d ask her how she found out about the mission. But something told him he already knew the answer. “Falcon,” he grumbled beneath his breath.
    When he finally turned to face her, the breath left his lungs in a whoosh. Gods, she was stunning. The ire coursing through her raised the color in her cheeks to that tempting pink he loved so much. Again, she wore her hair down. It fell in straight layers to just above her breasts. His attention slid lower, to her long legs visible under her white coat. Today she wore a pencil skirt, and his palms immediately itched to smooth down her bare legs. His tongue danced behind his lips with the nearly unchecked desire to trail kisses up her thigh, taste her, own her.
    Gritting his teeth, he turned away. “Yes,” he replied.
    â€œYou can’t go.”
    Everything in him rebelled at her order. “And why is that?” he asked, facing her once more.
    She rested one hip against his desk, again drawing his gaze. The soft swell of flesh hidden beneath her draping lab coat called to the male in him, taunted him. A deep pull tugged at his groin and a possessive fire burned in his core.
    â€œYour leg has not been through the complete diagnostics, durability analysis, pressure tests…”
    â€œYour point , Doc,” he snapped.
    â€œMy point?” she sassed, propping her hands on her hips. “Can you even shift yet?”
    A stream of indignation rushed through Kestrel’s veins. Her simple question cut through his spirit with the efficiency of talons on flesh and everything in him screamed to throw her comment back at her. But then he glanced at her face and all that melted away.
    The fear for his life shining in her eyes mirrored the desire pounding through him. At once the animal within him roared to life. Predatory need