"Touch me again and we're going to have a problem."

The sound of Taran's angry voice hastens my stride. I round the corner to the women's living quarters in time to see my sister wearing a towel and brandishing a kitchen knife at Hannah, Scarlett and the harem physician. I rush to stand between the point of the blade and the others in the room, not wanting anyone to get hurt. The young Taran that I knew as a teen had hated weapons and couldn't use them, but this Taran clearly ...