Let's go for a drink. It sounded so simple, and yet, when used in conjunction with their location on the citadel, brought the concept to a whole new level. First, she had to dress the part.
"What do you mean I can't go in this?" She indicated the comfortable split skirt and bodice she'd worn on the ship.
"Sure, go in that. You won't look at all boring and poorly dressed compared to the other ladies of the clans. Especially Rafe's betrothed."
"Is she pretty?" The one question no woman should ever ask.
"Gorgeous, if you don't mind the fact she's manipulative, sly, and murderous."
"She kills people?" Emma might have squeaked the query.
"It's never been proven."
Her lips pursed. "Not exactly reassuring."
"Would you prefer I lied?"
"You are just as annoying as Rafe sometimes."
"No nee
