Shifting Allegiances

“You’re really going through with this, aren’t you?”

Rhea’s voice was flat, but Flora knew her well enough to catch the turnabout of concern.

She did not look up from strapping the cutter to her ham." I don’t have important of a choice.”

Rhea folded her arms, leaning against the essence frame of Flora’s bunk. “Bull. There’s always a choice.”

Flora exhaled hard, securing the last swatch before she stood. She met Rhea's aspect, unblinking." Not ...