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He’d meant to leave some time ago, taking his sister and a wealth of useful knowledge back into the free world in pursuit of a profit. But his sister had become bewilderingly comfortable in this place, and there’d been rather a dearth of knowledge more than a wealth. Even if he could bring himself to cut his losses and slip away quietly in the night with his most delightful lady, Ambrin did not relish the thought of Weyr vigilantes riding Beylith’s tail everywhere they went. He would be perfectly all right if he were on his own, but Jackie was the one thing that made his obligatory service to the Weyr bearable. He’d never allow her to become an actual fugitive if he could help it. Nor would he deny her the chance to Impress, as long as she wished to pursue it. It was her right, and far too good of an opportunity to pass up.

He smiled at her pouting, reaching to twist a lock of her pretty black hair between his thumb and forefinger before tucking it back behind her ear. It wouldn’t be ideal, their physical separation for a time, but oh, so worth the temporary inconvenience… and when it was over, they would put to shame the very thunder that brought them together the night of Vimiath’s flight.

His zesty grin dimmed a little at the mention of High Reaches as he pictured the struggles they’d face in such a setting. “Nor could I. Chains, even in a figurative sense, never looked good on me. Don’t fret my dear, your dragon will come. And with it, a whole slew of tempting possibilities. Every door will be open to us to venture through as we please.”