I snorted out loud. She knew me better than that surely?
"A long time ago Deshavi I found out that regardless of skin color or heritage that there's an essential fact about mankind, we all bleed red. We're all capable of doing the absolute worst with the time we have or the best. I wouldn't care if the human species interbred so much that there was a different colored child in every family, what matters is in the heart of the person, not what's on the outside."
A moment passed and I glanced over at her pensively expressioned face. Was the little girl that had tried so earnestly to please me and do everything I had asked of her still in there somewhere?
Maybe. Would this work?
When dealing with a wild and unruly stallion it often helped to bridal him together with a steady mare, which had the effect of calming him down and taking some of the baulk out of his actions. Would it work the other way around?
Would hooking a filly with the bit in her teeth up with a steady stallion have the same result?
I smiled ruefully to myself; I should know the answer to that one. A wise father had once pawned an equally wild daughter as Deshavi on me once. That had worked out rather well. Oh to God that it still was!
I missed her so much! It didn't seem to matter how much time passed by, the ache in my heart never left me. I pulled myself valiantly, out of the depressive influence of my lost past, as we neared the café. I had to admit I was rather sort of beginning to enjoy myself. Lunch should be interesting.
"Deshavi could you please do me a favor?"
"What?" Came her soft reply.
"Please act like a lady."
Out of the corner of my eye I saw her hand reach up and button the top several buttons of her shirt up. Things hadn't looked this good in years, in fact not since the whole rebellion thing had gotten started. I held the door open for her and she passed by me into the café. Instantly the two of them were locked on each other like a missile and its target, only which one in this pairing was the missile and which was the target?
I hoped I hadn't just blown up a good man. Deshavi sat across from Trent. Their eyes never wavered from each other. I sat down between them, as Patty with a notepad and raised eyebrows approached. I gave her a big wink unable to contain myself. When had the boring old today exploded into this fireworks extravaganza?