Master Donovan served across two lanes of traffic, rocking Linea in her seat. He skidded to a stop on the shoulder of the road, rammed the gear shift into Park, and stared through the windshield with a firmly set jaw.
"In your position, you are not allowed to be dishonest with me. Now, again I ask you, what is bothering you?"
Silence.
"Linea!" he shouted.
She flinched. "Noth...
"Don't you dare say 'nothing’ again.'" He gripped the steering wheel but turned to her. "Look at me."
Linea took two breaths, focusing her attention not on Master Donovan, but through passenger window at the pitch dark night. "I felt embarrassed. I felt like a whore."
"You shouldn't."
Linea sat straight, turning her furious gaze to Master Donovan. "You can tell me what to do. how to do it, where to do it, b
