CHAPTER 2
MIRIAM“Fine. It was a waste of money,” Miriam said, stuffing the books in to her bag as they left the tent. Perrigaul hadn’t said anything, but he didn’t need to. He just had to look at her with those eyes, all judgy, and then his feather crest did a thing. You know, that thing where they went up once in surprise and then flat with disappointment.
She wasn’t a violent person, but it was really hard not reaching over and plucking out those disapproving feathers.
“You would have done better to set the credits on fire. At least then we’d have a fire to warm us,” Perrigaul said.
“The last thing we need in this heat is a fire.”
“That is… that is not the point I am making,” he said, stumbling over his words as if she flummoxed him.
Good. Perrigaul deserved to be flummoxed.
Miria
