Page 27 of Bounty Hunter's Match

“Proper documentation is crucial for cross-cultural events!” Risa’s voice drifted down from her recording perch. “Speaking of documentation, that’s a very flattering angle on your-”

“No cameras at security checkpoints.”

“But the lighting is perfect! And when Camden walks past-”

“What about Camden?”

The woman herself appeared at my elbow, and my heart jumped. “Are the twins causing trouble again?”

“Always.” I shifted to block another guest’s view of how her dress clung to her hips. “The Mondians brought weapons.”

“Decorative weapons!” The female called from the check station. “Very romantic!”

“See?” Camden smiled up at me. “They’re embracing the spirit of the holiday.”

“The spirit involves stabbing?”

“On some planets.” She brushed invisible dust from my shoulder. “You’re supposed to be mingling, not hiding behind the scanner.”

“Security position.”

“Strategic social observation position.” Her fingers lingered near my collar. “Come help me with Vask’s grand entrance. He’s attempting some sort of traditional Earth ceremony.”

“No.”

“Please?” She stepped closer, filling my senses. “For professional reasons?”

I growled. “That’s cheating.”

“Always.” Her smile held promise. “Coming?”

Following her into the crowd was suicide. Too many variables. Too many threats. Too many witnesses to how her presence affected my control.

I followed anyway.

The main ballroom sprawled before us, atmosphere barriers creating distinct zones for different species’ comfort levels. Floating platforms carried aerial guests between social clusters. Vask held court near the center, surrounded by animated holograms depicting what he probably thought were Earth courtship rituals.

“The original Valentine celebration involved ritual combat!” He announced to his growing audience. “I have prepared appropriate challenges!”

“That’s not-” Camden started forward, but I caught her arm.

“Wait.”

A Selenthian diplomat glided through the crowd, her silvery skin shimmering with subtle patterns that matched Vask’s chosen formal wear - whether by coincidence or MIRA’s atmospheric manipulations.

“How fascinating.” She circled Vask’s display, her bioluminescent markings pulsing with interest. “Though I believe you’ve confused several historical periods.”

“I... what?” He deflated slightly. “But the research...”

“Included partially translated references to knights and courtly love, I assume?” Her skin rippled with amusement. “An understandable mistake. Though the actual traditions are far more interesting.”

“They are?”

“Indeed.” She settled onto a nearby float platform. “I’d be happy to explain... unless you’d prefer to continue with the combat demonstrations?”

“No! I mean...” He scrambled to join her. “Please, tell me more about these traditions.”

“Well done.” Camden leaned back against my chest, watching them drift toward a quieter corner. “Though I suspect MIRA helped with the timing.”

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