IF LOOKS COULD KILL, Cariad would have been dead and buried and Cherry would be dancing on her grave. The aggrieved Gen sat opposite Cariad in her interview room in the government building. The compliance enforcement officers had insisted on putting her in handcuffs. Cariad hadn’t even known that Mariko and Arden had handcuffs, but apparently the devices had been designed and roughly manufactured according to examples an engineer had seen in vids. Cariad had the impression that Mariko and Arden only wanted to try out their new toys.
Cherry had been disgusted when, as she came around from being stunned, the manacles were snapped into place around her wrists. “Really?” she’d spat at Mariko, who’d at least possessed enough integrity to look a little ashamed. Cariad had been about to tell the
