As the door closed behind her, Kalima looked at Seth. “How about a shower?”
“A shower?”
“Then s*x. But I want to be clean first.” She took a step toward him, wondering at how his face, his body, had in the last day become almost as familiar as her own.
“As you wish, Princess.” He smiled crookedly at her and began to peel off his own clothes, grimacing at the smell.
“Why do you keep calling me that?”
“Do you remember the first time we met?”
She blinked. “At the airport in New York, on our flight out here.”
He nodded. “I was sitting on one of those horrible plastic seats, waiting for them to announce that we could board. And I saw you walking through the crowd. You were so tall! And you held your head up like a queen, even with the cane and the limp. I looked at you, and I thought, Th
