"I wouldn't know, Jules," she shot back breezily, her expression level as she cleaned under her nails with her dagger. "How your kind operates is not something I acquaint myself with."
Outright accusation. He almost couldn't believe it. "I would think a bellica should be aware of how her Chief Medical Officer operates -- I assume that's what you meant by 'my kind'." He glared at her and got one in return -- it should have put him in his place but Jules was tired of this game already. "If you'll excuse me, Ma'am," he said, moving to go around her.
Like lightning her hand landed flat against his chest, stopping him in his tracks. "I won't. I need something more solid than words, Jules. Prove your allegiance to me."
And commit treason against the Sceptre? Juno. Some choice. Not that I have
