“What do you mean, payday?” asked Megan as she twisted free and went in to start the water running for the tub.
“Who did you find to f**k you, that blown-up Frenchman?” Jade’s anger was sudden, white-hot, beyond reason. She walked to her cot and began violently dressing, tearing the silk of the Restaal shirt and then throwing it at the startled woman frozen in the doorway. Jade bent over to pull on her boots, the blood in her ears blocking everything but the sound of her own voice.
“What did he do, offer you exclusive rights to all Restaapa trade, an in with the Emperor, a piece of lox, or just sweet talk you like a round-heeled slut on a hot night?”
Jade straightened up after pulling on her boot, and Megan slapped her—then burst into tears, collapsing on the floor.
Jade stood there, t
