“You’re Von Castellan’s daughter.”
Fine, but must Astral make the name sound so dirty? Rather than squirm, Sela gave an exaggerated bow—the type expected of others when in proximity to the Coalition president’s offspring. A bubble of laughter erupted from Snaithen, though he choked into silence as Astral and Mel stared over.
“I’m confused, and angry,” Astral said in a way which implied they should all feel the same. “I’m thinking maybe Marshall was right all along.”
Though not surprised, Sela tried to judge whether the rest of the crew shared Astral’s sentiment. Thoughtful as ever, Mel pursed her lips, whereas Snaithen’s eyes twinkled, and his lips definitely twitched. Amusement perhaps, but his body language told her he was edgy, not as she blamed him considering what the Coalition did
