24
“Are you going to continue to avoid me or are we going to talk about this?” Ash asked, leaning against a metal support beam in the engine room.
“If I ignore you, will you go away?” she asked, not turning to look at him.
“That is kind of hard to do in a small, enclosed space,” he drawled in a dry tone. “Why didn’t you tell me, Kella?”
“Tell you what? That I am a Turbinta? You knew that,” she replied.
“You know that isn’t what I’m talking about. You took advantage of my lack of knowledge,” he retorted.
Kella didn’t answer him right away. He watched her pick through the assortment of tools she laid out before picking up a curved pair of pliers. He folded his arms, not giving in to her desire for him to give up and leave her alone.
“I didn’t want you to look at me the way others did,
