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DAY 32
The spout of a decanter tapped the rim of a wine glass. Red wine poured out. “Are you sure I can’t offer you some?”
Telixa Ethran’s sitting room was exactly what Anna would have expected. Simple, functional. Just a couch, a couple of chairs and a glass coffee table between them. It was the sort of place that just screamed, “I never spend any time here; so, why even bother decorating?”
Anna sat on the sofa with her knees together, pursing her lips as she watched the other woman. “Nassai don’t react well to alcohol,” she explained. “Though I will take some of that fruit juice you offered.”
Lifting her glass, Telixa paused to inhale the bouquet. “No alcohol,” she murmured. “Those powers of yours come at quite a price.”
On her last visit to the admiral’s quarters, Anna had ment
