Chapter 35
Departure
She was treated less like a guest and more like a prisoner. Yes, her accommodations were a bit more luxurious than a dank dungeon, or whatever these people used to incarcerate prisoners. But her door remained locked, her windows were sealed shut, and no one came to check on her with the exception of a guard who brought her food, water, and a request. Or rather, an order.
The first time she’d been served, the soldier handed her a slate with a request. She’d glanced over the array of strange symbols, then handed the slate back to him.
“I can’t read your language. Please read it to me.”
“It says, ‘Make it rain.’”
She glanced at him from the corner of her eye and snorted. “Please inform your costell that I don’t work that way. I don’t take orders. And even if I did,
