"Please have a seat," Jamba said. He waved a hand to a spot on the sofa.
His s**t-eating grin didn't fool Asani. Jamba was seething with anger and malice. How could he not? Surely he must have thought Asani had done it all in spike. As per their tribal law, it was Jamba's responsibility to find, charge, and return Asani for judgment. If there was one thing Jamba despised it was responsibility.
"Jamba, I will not go back with you."
"I suspected you would resist. After all, the trial you are going to face will be quite brutal," Jamba said as he flopped down on an adjacent wingback chair. He rolled his eyes and groaned as a large poof of dust rose and settled, once again soiling his polish look.
Asani humored by his displeasure took a seat on the sofa, at least for the moment they were
