Chapter Seven
Dreams of Torment …
When she awoke, there was someone in her room, but it wasn’t Joaquin. He must have departed early in the morning. It made sense; as a Senior he had many duties to which he must attend – it was not a simple thing to rule the New Republic.
Madame stood there. She was furious. Tempest struggled out of bed. It was later than she usually slept. Perhaps being held in a kind man’s arms deepened and strengthened the quality of sleep. She sleepily faced her superior.
Madame gripped her by the top of her arm. “Just what do you think you’re doing with Senior Randolph?”
“What he wants me to do.”
Madame’s palm cracked against her face. “Don’t be smart with me. Do you realize the trouble you’ve caused? Do you have any idea of how many rules you’ve broken?”
Made
