CHAPTER TWENTYLife Lessons
I know Limah enjoyed my silence. It represented all his dreams come true and he revelled in my frustration. I found other ways to communicate and learned to ignore his outright laughter at my attempts to make myself understood.
“What does this mean?” he snorted, waving his arms in mockery of my determined pointing. His gaze slid sideways towards the water jug and I knew he taunted me. The lace skirts bunched around my thighs and the bodice dug into my ribs. I acquiesced only because I trusted Limah’s word. I must prove ready for every eventuality.
His words returned in my memory and I forced my expression into one of annoyance, so familiar the muscles dropped into it with ease. Sometimes we must sacrifice the strength of a cut to hit faster than our opponent.
