Ava looked over at Sara.
"What? I'm sorry," Sara said. "I didn't know this would happen."
Both women were being held in a cell with a thick wooden door, not that they could reach it with the chains fastening them to the wall.
"Maybe next time we have a joint operation back in time you might mention that you slept with the king's wife," Ava said. "And that he might be holding a grudge."
"I said I was sorry."
Ava sighed. "I know. It's just … she is very pretty."
"You can't possibly be jealous."
"Of course not."
It came out unconvincing even to Ava.
"It was a one-night stand, that's it," Sara said. "And those days are long in the past, like literally."
"I know, I know," Ava said. "And I'm sorry. I may have overreacted a bit."
"Well we are here because you punched the queen in the face," Sara pointed out.
"I said I was sorry."