“You’d have to inquire of Chancellor Tarn.”
“I’m to be your protection,” he says without preamble. “Isn’t that a laugh?”
“So someone definitely tried to murder me.” I feel oddly numb about that.
“You’ve been keeping him off my back?”
Different world, different life.
“If I had any creds, I’d pay you for that myself. Unfortunately, I’m broke as a joke just now.”
The Ithtorians? Not so much. I hope Vel can save my ass yet again.
“Let’s get this over with,” he mutters.
“Will you know when I . . .” I lean in to whisper the rest.
“That depends. Am I in your room at the time?”
“No!” Nothing I say fazes him, so I stalk past to the main hatch.
Great, I need another man poking about in my business.
Like I need to settle down and study rutabagas.
“We’ll discuss that during your visit,” she responds through gritted teeth.
“Ambassador, can you tell us anything about your plans?”
“How do you feel about the proposed integration of Ithiss-Tor into the Conglomerate?”
When we’ve left earshot, she mutters, “You always bring trouble, don’t you?”
“Perhaps you’d consider horticulture.”