Notes: Characters copyright Tamora Pierce.
Ulasim gulped as the knife at his throat retreated, leaving a thin line of blood.
"Remind me to never sneak up on you again," he joked weakly as Cheanol cleaned the blood off her knife.
"What were you doing sneaking up on me in the first place?" the raka woman demanded, eyebrow raised questioningly.
A light blush crossed the general's cheeks. "You looked so pretty over there," he told her seriously.
"Now's not the time or place!" she whispered, eyes glittering strangely. "Those two girls are all that matters right now."
"So later?" he queried innocently.
She made a shooing motion with her knife. "Go see Ochobu about that cut."