e gangway, his gaze drifting lazily

nguard Fleet, the platinum falcon crest of the Guerra bloodline gleaming on his broad chest. His pale golden hai

a wide berth, their expressions filled

e of sight, and his lips c

lly projecting his voice across the waiting ar

oarding zone died down insta

cal giggle. "Fiancé? Please. He was just a p

me to watch the show. He was clearly expecting Kieran to eithe

he commotion. He turned his head, hi

who had been interrupted by a buzzing insect. He clasped his hands behind his back and stoo

terminal at the mere sight of him, willing to endure any p

ran's arm. "Or have you finally realized that a commoner

of Kieran's chest-the residual ghos

st, cold gravity of his higher soul effor

eyes were completely empty of rage, h

ully, the words cutting through

d so relaxed and genuinely entertained

into Bishop's icy blue eyes. "He's practically a stranger. Honestly, if he were bleeding to deat

tonated acro

tically wounded warrior. Refusing a single drop-and prioritizing a pair of cheap combat boots

roze completel

lged as she stared at the F-rank reject who had ju

mockery in his posture replac

n on Bishop's handsome face cracked vi

was accustomed to Kieran's desperate devotion; this absolu

ning his back on the stunned crowd. "The a

scrambling to keep pace with Ki

al

through the terminal, carrying the natu

boots slamming hard against the metal deck as

ther turning around, offering on

him, his broad frame casting a h

demanded, his voice thick with

htly, a polite but deeply b

one light and conversational. "If your comprehension is failing, I sugges

eran stepped through the airlock a

ed terminal, his fists clenched so tight that the se