Two weeks after Christmas
Xaviera liked to go to the cy’Linden parties. Ofir was pretty sure by now that it was something to do with her memories of Ardell. He’d treated her like a thing, like an object.
Ofir wasn’t going to do that, at least. She was a person. When she wasn’t ignoring him, he was actually kind of fond of her. She wasn’t all that bright, but that was fine. He could steer her easier if she didn’t notice exactly what he was doing.
There were a lot of things that were easier if she didn’t notice quite what he was doing. Continue reading