The salad was particularly pleasant: so much crisper and tastier than the soggy affairs she'd eaten in the Brothel canteen. Ketaba was also right abou... the wine. The food tasted better for it, and the wine seemed somehow more appropriate with food."You seem to get on very well with Binta," Ketaba remarked chewing on a celery stalk.Ana wasn't sure how to react to that remark. "What do you mean?" She blurted out. Was she being condemned for her love?"I'm sorry, Ana. I don't mean to upset you. I. " I finally looked up. I needed to see her face. I needed tosee if she was for real. She was. Her glare never wavered,instead, it nearly knocked the wind out of me. I cast my eyesdown quickly."What do you want? I'll do anything." That's good," she said, obviously pleased with me. "I like itwhen you know to keep your eyes down, like a good littlesubmissive." "What?" I sat up straight and looked right into herface."I don't think you want to challenge me, Bradley." Her eyesnarrowed and her voice. It would explain why she knew so much about the moon, despite it being the first time she could remember being there. They had landed on the southern tip, which meant that the Dracori would be digging through the moon's metal crust right into the sleeping rooms. She had wondered at the Duke's decision to send a rookie Terran like her out on such an important mission, but it made sense now; she would have instinctive knowledge of the interior of the moon.If I came from the Exiles' moon, that. What are yousupposed to say to something like that? HEY, GIRL,I'LL SHOW YOU HOW IT'S DONE seemed kind of crude. "Have you ever had a problem like that?" she asked. "No," I admitted, hoping it didn't sound like I wasbragging. "In fact, I'm a little bit trigger-happy ifyou touch me in the right place." "Maybe it's just that no one has ever touched me inthe right place..." Her voice trailed off as sheglanced down at the floor, too shy to meet my gaze.Damn her, she was hinting! "If you.