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turned her back and stomped off, hip waders dripping egg all the way down the corridor.
    “I’ll be damned,” Cair whispered, his insides doing a funny little squeeze. He leaned against Seamus’ desk. “Where is she now?”
    Seamus thumbed the Vid-Com’s remote and the next picture that popped on the screen was the healer examining one of her patients.
    For half an hour Cair watched the Breasalean healer as she worked. From one patient to another she moved with no breaks in between. She seemed to be handling her job with an ease he hadn’t witnessed since the battlefield on Arabach. Certainly Rabishu had never exhibited such professionalism.
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    “Seems to know her job right well,” Seamus commented as though he had read the younger man’s mind. “Ain’t had no complaints as yet, but I think they’re mostly checking her out more’n anything just yet.”
    “Seeing what she’ll allow?” Cair asked.
    “And how much of their sass she’ll take.” He scratched his rough chin. “Heard the girls ain’t been showing her all that much respect.”
    “Aye, well, that’s probably Amethyst’s doing,” Cair complained.
    “I heard she told you to get rid of the little darling,” Seamus said. “You still gonna try to do that?”
    Cair speared his mentor with a narrowed look. “You know gods-be-damned well the wardeness will have made sure that is impossible. Don’t sit there and pretend you don’t know I have no choice in the matter, Seamus!”
    Seamus put his hands behind his head. “Ain’t pretending nothing, lad,” he responded. “You might as well stop fighting it ‘cause I have a feeling this wench is gonna be your undoing.”
    Cair pushed away from the desk and stormed out of the room, Seamus’ laughter once again following him every step of the way. The prince’s hands were clenched into fists and when he took the bridge, he ignored everyone there, plopping down in the command chair and bracing his chin in his hand as he glared at the navigational screen. 41
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    Davan looked around and found the red-haired vixen who she suspected was the reason she’d been having problems with the girls standing in the door. The whore lounged there as though she owned the ship, her arms crossed over her ample chest.
    “Cair is trying to find a runabout to get you out of our hair,” Amethyst sneered.
    “Well, I wish he’d hurry up. I’m in as much of a rush to get off this flying cathouse as you are to see me go,” Davan said.
    “You don’t fool me,” Amethyst scoffed. “You think you can entice my man to your bed but you are badly mistaken. A Deathwielder needs a real woman, not one who pretends to be.”
    Unable to keep the guffaw from erupting, Davan tossed aside the bandages she’d just removed from a soldier’s arm. “Sweetie, if you think I’m interested in that hunk of steroid-injected meat you’re screwing, you are the one badly mistaken. You are welcome to him. I have a boyfriend on the Andraste or didn’t you notice him when he brought me to this slop pit?”
    Amethyst shook her mane of red hair. “Cinnabar told me about him but he’s nothing compared to Cair. Cair is—”
    “An oversized chunk of chemically enhanced muscle,” Davan said, rolling her eyes.
    “He doesn’t use drugs!” Amethyst shouted. “He works out and—”
    “Save it, wench,” Davan interrupted, deliberately using the word she found so offensive for it certainly fit the captain’s whore. “I’m not interested in anything about that man other than his ability to get me reassigned.”
    For a moment, Amethyst stood there as though she was contemplating Davan’s words. Her lower lip was caught between her teeth and she was nibbling on it, giving her the look of a petulant child. When at last she spoke, her words were filled with menace.
    “Cair Ghrian belongs to me and I intend to be his queen when he takes the throne.”
    Davan cocked an eyebrow at