“What kind of dreams, Scarlett?” Scarlett jumped, the book flying from her lap. She swore as she realized Ryker was at her side. How had she not heard him? Gods, he was nearly as stealthy as Nuri sometimes. “I thought you left with Cassius,” she said, scowling. “I heard you leave.” “Then listen harder next time. You heard one set of footsteps, not two,” Ryker replied, picking up the book and handing it to her. “Is this the book you told me about last week? The one about the war with Avonleya?”
