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the current attitude toward him joining her, Jarrod was enjoying his first romantic fixation since he had entered the Guard.
    He lifted her and placed her on her bed. A light tapping at the balcony door showed the pale yellow Targo. Jarrod sighed as he let the other man in Rathi’s life into the room and helped him up and onto the bed.
    The Yaluthu snuggled up against Rathi’s side, and she turned to cuddle around him.
    Jarrod smiled and returned to the couch. He had to catch a bit of sleep. Keeping on his toes around Rathi was going to be a full-time job.
     
     
     

Chapter Seven
     
     
    A strange noise and a fresh day woke her. Targo was in her arms, and he blinked his wide blue eyes at her. “How did you get in here?”
    The noise repeated, and she looked toward the couch. Jarrod’s head was visible, and he was snuffling as he rolled over.
    Rathi checked and she was still dressed, sitting up on the covers and wearing her robe. She picked up Targo and tiptoed over to watch Jarrod for a moment. When it was certain that he was deep in sleep, she walked over to the wardrobe and eased it open. A bodysuit in pewter and green hung there, and she put Targo down so she could get dressed. A pair of boots in her size fit just fine, so she walked over to Jarrod and stroked his forehead.
    His lids fluttered and he smiled. “Good morning.”
    The low husky tone of his voice sent a very distinct shiver through her.
    “Good morning, Jarrod. I am going to get some breakfast. Would you care to join me, or do you prefer to sleep?”
    He was up and out of his makeshift bed in seconds. “Just give me a moment in the lav and I am all yours.”
    Targo chirped to hurry him, and Jarrod quickly entered the lav.
    Rathi looked at her armour, and she traced her fingers over it. It was designed to be impressive, distinctive and she was the only one who could wear it. What started as a symbol of defence had become a symbol of fear. She was no longer in the mood to put that particular symbol on.
    Jarrod emerged, his hair tidy and his face shining.
    “You used the solar shower?”
    He nodded. “It is the fastest method I am aware of to have a shower and still escort a beautiful woman to breakfast.”
    She laughed and shifted Targo to her hip while they left her quarters and headed to the dining hall. She had seen the other Yaluthu eating salad and seeds, so she got Targo a plateful alongside a bowl of water. She set him up on the table and quickly got her own meal.
    “I think Dr. Yarmek should measure me again with Targo in the room…there might have been a change.”
    Jarrod raised his brows. “Do you think so?”
    “The Yaluthu are having an effect, and Targo hasn’t had to call in reinforcements today, so it might be good to see the difference.”
    They talked about the possible effects that the Yaluthu might be having, including the possibility of an allergy that was dampening her body’s systems.
    Jarrod spoke to his com unit and requested a Reader from the Citadel accompany them to medical.
    When he was done with his call, she asked, “A Reader, not a Minder?”
    “You and your armour were designed for a purpose. If we can find out where you were, it will put more of your memories into context.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “Your earliest memories did not involve you in battle. If you can learn more about your first days, you might find more of a peace with your current situation.” He chuckled. “Who knows, you might have had a hobby.”
    She let out a snort of laughter and finished her meal. Targo returned to her lap the moment her hands were free, and she rested her chin on his soft and fluffy head.
    “Do you mind if I get another round?” Jarrod waited politely for her answer.
    “Of course not. How long will it take for the Reader to get here?”
    “Half an hour or more.” He got to his feet and wandered off to continue his grazing.
    Tonya walked by with a tray of food. “May I join you?”
    “Please. Jarrod is on