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“Some strange requests have trickled to my ears over the last twenty-four hours.”
LeSath lounged casually. At Zibanitu’s words, her movements paused, just the slightest stillness in her that told his words had made an impression.
“Requests from Soldiers to be assigned to Desiree’s attache.”
LeSath snapped her eyes to Zibanitu’s two-toned face, enlarged by the screen that connected them. Her body trembled with the effort to keep her expressive shout to herself.
Zibanitu let the silence stretch, let her stew, let her decide what direction the conversation would turn.
With restraint, she sat forward, eyes tight, a tell Zibanitu knew meant a tantrum was on the horizon. “What do you mean, requests? Requests from Soldiers?”
She spit the word, her thoughts that they had no right to make
