Thane pulled away and left the room. Another door opened somewhere behind me and I glanced back to see the medic and Amabel striding toward me.
"Miranda," Amabel said. "So you know your part in the rebellion now, I take it? You're Thane's little pet."
"Excuse me," the medic interrupted, her voice quiet. "I need to check your wounds, Miranda. Would you mind lying back down?"
"No problem." I laid flat on the table - not without a struggle, of course - and the medic hovered over me, her deft hands finding their way between pieces of medical tape, checking the lacerations that crisscrossed my back. I could see Amabel sitting in a chair several feet away, her arms crossed over her chest, scowling. I wondered what kind of job Thane had to have given her for that sort of look to grace her feat
