I breathed in deeply, trying to hold in the insults I wanted to hurl at the man. Or the insane urge I had to pull the gun out of its bracket—had I not left it with my suit that hung over Veyada’s arm—and shoot the bastard. I had often experienced the bluntness of Coldi correspondence and mistaken it for rudeness, but this man took the absolute cake.
He continued, “Do tell me about this curious habit you people have of choosing a partner for life. That must be incredibly boring and restrictive. If you would only understand the custom of nethana instead of trying to claim possession of everything you f**k. That seems a very tiring way of living to me.”
I don’t take possession— I clenched hands into fists so tightly that my nails dug into my palms.
And then I decided what the heck. The he
