Eye of the Ocean Book 3 Ji'jin Station

Eye of the Ocean – Book 3: Ji’Jin Station
He sidled over until he was against her and put his arm around her shoulders.
“A very pretty one. All gold and cream.”
“Funny, I remember being quite ordinary. I've a certain 'presence' now, how
could I not? But not pretty.”
“Are you fishing for complements?”
“Do I have to? Why should I do all the work?”
“And A'in?”
“He's not the first mistake I've ever made.”
“No, Possi. He's part of what you need or you wouldn't have been together so
long.”
Not so long, she thought. “I know,” she whispered. “Rasi said that I loved
him.”
“I'd say you two are a match. He's as cold in his own way for all he's louder
about it. He'll stay.”
“I made him that way, or let that part of his nature become dominant. He
wasn't any older than Kascin, or better trained, when I first made him my lover.
Did I care more then? I wanted him, that was all.”
His gentle fingertips touched her face, gathering her attention. “He went to
your bed very willingly.”
“That's not the point.”
“It was to him, then and now. Possi, just leave it alone. I wish you'd forget to
worry about him and try...”
“Send Kascin away,” she whispered, allowing the Net again. “Now. Far enough
away that all this will be over before there is any possibility of his making it back.
Please.” He took her at her word, the orders went out through the Net in a fall of
already made plans.
A flare of blue and Ge'on'ni came in, overriding her lock. A sharp foot kicked a
tea tray aside.
Dressed in the dark green of her House colors, but not the usual uniform. A
pleated kilt around the lower thorax and nothing else but for the Temple oath
cord around the neck and one legging where the needle gun was fastened. Xilisti
cast ti'Linn, ochre colored shell with bristles and the grasping edges of the
serrated pincers, a dark red. Dour and uncommunicative.
“Review what we've been talking about,” she said to the ti'Linn. “I want a
workable plan before you leave.”
After a very quick overview, Ge'on'ni answered in ti'Linn. “Spins and a swim?”
A prayer form colored the last word. “Spins only,” she replied in plain tongue.
“Anything done in overpattern that's specifically directed at her or Ji'jinlini Temple
might call her too soon. Or at least alert her. Or Ritsiniti.”
“Dreams?” Cayse asked.
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