““Fine.” Syn glanced at her. “By the way, if he ever looks like he’s sleeping, don’t touch him or make any sudden moves. He’s been known to bite.” She pulled the tape off the top shelf. “I’m not worried.” Syn lifted a questioning brow. “What, no fear?” She shrugged and plopped her bundle of wrapping supplies on the floor. “I’m the daughter of a soldier. My father comes awake with a blaster aimed at your head if you disturb him from his sleep.” Syn gave Nykyrian a knowing smile. “And I thought it was just you and your idiosyncrasies.” Nykyrian shrugged and sat in the other chair across from the couch. “I’ve told you not to think. It’s just a waste of your time.” Kiara was startled by the barb. There was a tiny lifting of the corners of Nykyrian’s mouth that might actually have been a smile. She glanced at Syn who took the words in stride.””
