Chapter 38
September 3,390 BC
Earth: Village of Assur
Colonel Mikhail Mannuki'ili
MIKHAIL
Her anger preceded her into the house like a sandstorm, so palpable it felt as though he was being sandblasted by the desert wind. Mustard greens and leeks leaped onto the floor as though in terror as she slammed her basket of vegetables onto the table and wheeled around to face him, her finger pointed into his face. That part of him which had been trained to fight, to be intuitive about impending danger, rippled through his feathers at the sight of her golden eyes almost copper with rage.
"Do you know what she just said about you?!!"
Mikhail set down the bucket of milk he had just coaxed from Little Nemesis. Okay, half a bucket of milk. The goat had been in her pen and amenable to being milked
