I could tell that my words had caught Anoa off guard, the tell-tale being the fact that she didn’t say anything in response to my statement. I couldn’t blame her for feeling the way that she did, but it didn’t mean that I was going to say something to put her at ease, or to signify that I didn’t mean what I said—because I had meant it. I had meant every word.
And I would be damned if she did not know that.
It was when we were nearing the chambers that I had assigned to her, that I decided it would be best if I were to say something, to make an attempt at starting the conversation again. I knew that it couldn’t look good to anyone who was watching us, to see how quiet we were. It would be bound to give them the impression that we did not want to be around one another, that this meeting
