Chapter Eight
Dreams of Exploration …
Morning. Tempest’s body ached with yesterday’s punishment, and she did not want to open her eyes. Fear coursed through her, fear that perhaps she would be punished again. Oddly, she had not been selected yesterday. She had thought for sure that one of the Seniors would have pressed her into service, seeing that she had been chastised for her behavior. Such things were to be expected. Instead, they had all looked at her with disdain, then moved on, as if she were something they had found on the bottom of their shoes.
Somehow, that was more humiliating than being forced to serve. Wind, too, had been passed over, and she poorly contained the tears. The Seniors were brilliant. They knew how to fully mind-f**k those who served them.
She stirred in her b
