She grinned, leaned back and kissed him.
Chandler put his arms around the girl and returned the kiss, hard. She did not draw away. She clung to him, and he could feel in the warmth of her body, the sound of her breath that she was responding. The drink made him reckless; the last two weeks made him doubtful; he was torn. He could tell that there was no resistance in her body, but the coronet made it in doubt; she could fling him away from her with one touch of the mind. Yet she didn't do it—
"Vi myenya zvali?" his own voice demanded, harsh and mocking.
The girl tried to push him away. Her eyes were bright and huge, staring at him. "Andrei!"
"Da, Andrei! Kok eto dosadno!"
"Andrei, please. I know that you are—"
"Filthy!" screamed Chandler's voice. "How can you? I do not allow this carr
