Chapter 6: On Being a Naofa Soturi Apprentice
Tíogari held out the band of stretchy self-adhesive material. “Please.” His disinterested tone implied her answer wouldn’t make any difference, but the slight downturn of his mouth transformed the faultless lines of his face from disinterested to disapproval.
“No.” Kia didn’t care.
They stood facing each other in the command center as they neared the transit hub, his face all lines and angles.
“It’ll make your figure more boylike.”
“How is anyone going to see what I look like under this cloak?” She’d gained a little weight, her curves were a bit more, well, curvy and she’d scraped her hair into a tight bun at the nape of her neck, point blank refusing to let him anywhere near it. “It’s ridiculous if I have to put that on every time we go o
