“I bet I made an impression.”
“Before your arrival, my father told me you could not stay.”
“Say what now?” Emry propped herself up on one elbow. The blanket slid down, exposing her shoulder. “I don’t think I met your father. It was just you, the medics, and that one guy with the scary face.”
“The warlord.”
“Yeah. That was the one you told the story about? At dinner?”
Ren nodded.
“What was his deal?” Emry remembered that a large male shoved his way into the hospital room, glowered with disapproval, and then stomped off. She could believe that guy played mind games with the people under his command. He seemed like the kind to get off on abusing power.
“You were Terran. So fragile that you immediately required medical assistance,” Ren said.
“Not a fan?”
“The warlord disapproved of Te
