Chapter 17 Day Of The Mating Moon
- “Wake up.” I was hauled off my bed by an incredibly angry looking Vanquish. “What are you wearing?”
- He looked at me askance. Eying the giant scrap of beige cloth draped so loosely over me that it reached to my knees and rolled up to mid-thigh as he drug me.
- “A tunic.” I squawked. Waking enough to lurch onto my elbows and try and keep it over the parts of me I still wished to conceal.