Chapter 27

While she was still mouthing curses and holding her wrist, the door tone sounded, and Rihlia went to answer it. “All right. Bring it on in.” Jasmine glanced in irritation at the doors as Rihlia swung them wide and stood back. A man pushed a wheeled platform into the room. A giant granite pot rested on the platform, and inside it grew a six-foot fruit tree, loaded with ripe avocados.

She looked at Rihlia in bewilderment.

The deliveryman stepped forward and nodded his head respectfully. “Lady Jasmine, may I present a gift from the cadet Marcus Bustos? He sends his hopes that you might recover swiftly and prays that his gift will cheer you in your convalescence.”

When she only blinked stupidly at him, Rihlia apologized, “Jasmine’s voice is almost gone at the moment, but if she could speak I’m certain that she would say thank you, the tree is very lovely. Why don’t you set it right at the foot of the bed, where she can have a good view of it?”