“Tarke’s bed would be empty, she knew. Her husband rose at dawn to tend to his empire, and it took up most of his time. Since they had returned five months ago, their routine had gone back to almost exactly the way it had been before her coma. She lived in his apartment now, and he spent a lot more time at the base, leaving only for a few days each month. They dined together every night when he was at the base, and he showed her a little more affection. She wondered if it would ever change. He t...olerated her occasional attempts to lure him into compromising situations with good humoured unease, becoming adroit at evading her in ways that were not so hurtful. At times, his reaction gave rise to wonderful hilarity. He still visited her at her workplace, usually once a day, and, now that she knew why, it saddened her. Rawn had gone home after a week, and the Crystal Ship had taken a hundred seasoned troops to free its kin. It had returned three months later with ninety-four, but the other two hundred and seventy-nine ships had been freed.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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