Chapter Seventy-Seven.
Uki sat at the table beside the double glass doors in the canteen. If she thought about it with a clear head, it was a nicer spot than the table Lucias insisted was his. Did it rile her that he had won the battle of the table? She would be a liar if she said it didn’t wind her up slightly. However, her brother was correct. He might win this tiny battle over an insignificant table, but she would win the ultimate war. The midday sun shone through the window, the warmth prickling her skin. Today, she was dressed in human-type clothing. A pair of tight denims that flared out at the ankles, and a dark blue lace, puffy-sleeved top, with a slight V to the neck, two long tassels hanging from either side. The under vest was only covering the bodice of the top, so you could
