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her mind. Then she picked up the box and turned toward Aria. “At least they have fire, even if they don’t cook. Come on. We’ll figure something out.”
    The two of them made a thorough search of the room. They found the lamps in the corner and a supply of oil under a cupboard in another corner. The room contained no table, so Carmen set everything out on the floor.
    “Now what are we going to do?” Aria asked. “We can’t cook over a lamp.”
    Carmen frowned. Then a light came on in her mind. She went back to Renier, who watched them with interest. “Give me your blade.”
    He handed it over, and Carmen sat down in front of the box. She cut the meat into small squares and stuck them on the end of the blade. Then she barbequed them in the flame until they crackled and the delicious smell of roast meat filled the room. When she handed it to Aria, who popped it into her mouth with a satisfied sigh, Renier roared with laughter.
    Carmen roasted the meat, and they both ate until they leaned back, contented. Carmen put the lamp away and went to the platform to give Renier his blade, but she found him dead asleep. He snored in peace with his shaggy head resting on his arm. Carmen studied him for a moment. His eyes quivered under his eyelids, and his massive chest rose and fell with steady breathing.
    Aria came to her side. “Where are we going to sleep?”
    Carmen turned around. “I don’t see any other beds.” She stuck her head into the other rooms in the apartment. “They all have these platforms. That must be where they all sleep.”
    Aria nodded. “You take this one. I’ll take the room over there.”
    “Are you sure?” Carmen asked. “Maybe we should stick together until we know for sure....”
    Aria shook her head. “We already know for sure. These Felsite won’t hurt us. We’re perfectly safe here, but I think we better start first thing tomorrow morning to figure out how we’re going to manage our food. We can’t live on roast meat.”
    They went to their rooms and shut the doors. Carmen curled up on the platform. There were no blankets, but she didn’t need them. The night was warm and pleasant, and a million chirps and clicks blew through the window on the breeze. She drifted off into sleep.
    Sometime in the middle of the night, Carmen woke up out of a sound sleep. No sound disturbed her, but an overpowering presence forced her to open her eyes and stare into the dark. Then she heard the rustle of breathing, and she saw a wide black shape blocking the door of her room. A fringe of hair surrounded it and stood out from the faint star glow behind it.
    His eyes caught the faint light, and they glowed in the dark. He stood still and stared down at her. A bolt of excitement shot through her. What was he doing, watching her sleep? She must be as much a curiosity to him as he was to her. She stared into those mirrored eyes, and her body seethed to life.
    She extended her hand toward him, and he stepped into the room. He strode to the edge of her sleeping platform and towered over her. His eyes burned into her soul, and his breath rushed heavier through his nostrils. His whole being seethed with dark smoldering power, and Carmen’s heart fluttered.
    When he came within reach, she took hold of his hand and drew him down onto the platform beside her. He sat down on the edge, and they breathed together in the stillness. Then he lay down next to her and she moved over to make room for him.
    His body burned her skin, but she burrowed into the shaggy hair around his neck and chest and lost herself in his raw smell. He closed his arms around her and crushed her against his body. A molten furnace smoldered just below the surface of his skin, and when her body came into contact with his, it exploded into flame.
    He rolled on top of her and would have smothered her with his weight, but she reared back and brought her face out of his mane to face him. He growled under his breath, and the sound reverberated through