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best to ignore the conflicting emotions coming from the Falcorans.  She walked to the window, the Bearens and Dracons following, the Falcorans trailing behind them.  “It’s pretty far away,” she said, pointing to a distant spot that, to her eyes, looked lighter and, somehow, thinner than the space surrounding it.  “Almost dead center of that triangle of stars.”
    “Can Miss Meyers see jump spots on images?” Tristan asked, unwilling to ask the woman directly.
    “It doesn’t seem so,” Trey replied, cutting a look at him that said he’d noticed, and wasn’t pleased.  “We showed her a few images and she saw nothing in them that we didn’t see.”
    “I assume that, because of...this, we are pushing the Onddo departure date back again?” Tristan asked.
    “That will depend on how long this takes,” Garen said, turning to face the Falcorans.  “Onddo is a priority, Admiral.  We cannot begin our attack on the Xanti until we settle the matter of the Narrasti at our backs.  However, the security for our people, our world, and our space, must come first.  We know the Xanti have a new Blind Sight system, and now we know that they have a jump point directly into our space.  Miss Meyers saw not just the jump point, but she also saw through the Blind Sight camouflage which hid the ship from the eyes of everyone else.”
    Tristan’s eyes widened slightly.  How had he missed that rather obvious point?   Prince Garen was right.  Checking their space for hidden Xanti ships was of the utmost importance. 
    “Understand me clearly, gentleman,” Garen continued, “Miss Meyers is to be protected at all costs, and her identity and abilities kept secret.”
    “Yes, Highness,” Tristan replied, bowing formally.  “You have our promise that we will guard Miss Meyers with our lives while she is in our care.”

 
     
    Chapter Three
     
    Faith looked around the small, but very nicely appointed cabin that the Falcorans had directed her to on the cutter.  It was larger than the stateroom she’d had on the passenger liner, and appeared to be brand new.  The bed looked like it might even be comfortable to sleep in.  She set her duffle on the floor and opened one of two doors.  The first was a closet.  Narrow, but more than large enough for her few belongings.  The second was a small, but private, bathroom.  That was a shock.  Even the huge passenger liner had private bathrooms in only a handful of extremely pricey luxury staterooms. 
    After unpacking and stowing her duffle in the closet, she took a few moments to splash some cool water on her face and try to relax.  Maintaining an appearance of calm in the presence of the Falcorans after the Dracons and Bearens left her alone with them had taken a lot of effort.  She already missed Hope.  After knowing her for just an hour she’d understood why Grace had bonded with the woman.  There was something about Hope that drew her, as well.  But she was on her own now, and she had a job to do.  She braced herself and left the cabin. 
    The cutter was bigger than she’d expected, but not so big that she had any trouble finding her way around.  It took only a few moments to return to the big auxiliary control room with its armored viewports that the Falcorans had shown her earlier.  They hadn’t seemed too happy at having to use the auxiliary room in order to hide her ability from the rest of the crew, but that hadn’t been her choice, either, so she certainly wasn’t going to apologize for it.
    She paused just inside the hatch and watched the three brothers as they stood together facing the viewport, their backs to her.  She had to admit, if only to her most secret self, that they were striking men .  They were tall, broad shouldered and looked immensely powerful.  Suddenly, as though she’d called to them, they all turned around to face her at the same time.
    They had sharp cheekbones, bold noses that curved slightly in the center, and long black