“Which branch were you, Lewis?”
He didn’t pretend to misunderstand. “Army reserve, same as Margolis.” A pause, and then Lewis added, “Well, not the same as Margolis, but you take my meaning.”
“I do. Did Margolis give you any crap about that? I mean, on top of being a traitor to your race?”
“Yes, ma’am, he did. Not that I paid him any mind, because as far as I was concerned, he’d forfeited his right to a high horse because of what he did to Natila and Jace, what he did to — ”
“Thanks for that, Lewis.” The interruption was done so smoothly that perhaps some people might not have even noticed, but Zahrias knew that Julia had spoken in the way she did because she wanted no reminders here of the atrocities Margolis had visited on her. Rage flared within him, but he knew he had to keep it ta
