Friday, April 6, 2001
“Good.” Doug nodded at Arnbjörg. “Much better. Focused.”
Arnbjörg bowed back, trying to hide a smile. “Thank you, sir.” Much better was practically shouted praise from Doug. She was getting better. Focused! “I’ve been practicing.”
“On?” There was a challenge in his question.
“Oh, just the air. Jaya doesn’t really want me getting into fights…”
She didn’t like admitting that. She sounded – well, she sounded controlled, which was accurate, as such things went. She was controlled. She ran her hand over her necklace. She was owned. And with everything else going on, nobody seemed to think being owned was even weird, as long as you weren’t badly owned.
“She doesn’t like the fuss, I guess?” she added lamely. Doug had this habit of making you want to fill in the silences. Continue reading