Nojan swiveled and stood, moving away from the console. “I’ve got some work to do at my desk. It’s only a couple hours to the spaceport. You two kids play nice.” He headed into the bed chamber and closed the door.
Mayra leaned back, closing her eyes. She wished the visions she’d had were more clear.Maybe there’s a way to clear them up, she thought.If I’m an oracle, I should be able to see the future, right?So why not concentrate and see if she could gain a little clarity?
She worked on recalling her dream. There had been two visions related to Sanri. In one, she sank her claws into Nojan (Not that he seemed to mind, said her inner snark). And in the other one, she was being stabbed. Mayra was already starting to root for the second outcome. Or maybe the second vision extended from the first. Could Sanri have been stabbed because of her passionate make-out session with the Vartik?
Mayra shook her head. Unless she was going to pick up the knife herself, she didn’t think it likely. Then again, this wouldn’t be the first person she’d stabbed in the guts.
“Aren’t you quiet as a little church mouse?”
Mayra opened her eyes.Church mouse? What does that mean?
“So what’s with the big guy?” Sanri asked, moving to stand in front of Mayra’s seat. “You guys got a thing going, or is he a free agent?”
For a moment, Mayra wasn’t sure how to answer. She and Nojan hadn’t exactly discussed their status. Right now, it was safer not to answer. “What were you doing out on the Rings?” Mayra would always hate that place, now that she’d learned the people her mother had given her to had been headed there, and perhaps had even sold her into slavery while circling Saturn.
“That’s really none of your business,” Sanri hissed.
“Then the relationship between Nojan and myself really isn’t any of yours.”
Sanri laughed. “That’s what I figured. Oh girly, have you got it bad.” She folded her legs and sat on the ship’s floor. “It must be tough, such an attractive hunk sharing space with you. You’ve probably been mooning over him for ages, huh? Can’t get any traction though?”
Mayra felt a blush creeping onto her cheeks and grew instantly angry. “What do you mean?”
Sanri rolled her eyes. “Mousey thing like you, awkward as all get out. He probably doesn’t pay you any mind, huh? I’d offer to help, but frankly, I don’t think there’s much hope for you.”
She had to keep her fists balled at her sides to stop herself from striking the female. Although she really shouldn’t be so angry. Sanri was just giving voice to her own thoughts, to what she already knew. She was hideous and nowhere near a fitting match for the handsome Vartik.
