Chapter 42

“Since you already had Michael, you would know. We bow to your experience.”

“I just asked about going to the tavern and they said yes. We’re going to corral the offspring and we’ll be over to you in fifteen mots.” Sara cut off the comm.

“They’ll be here in fifteen mots,” Sam announced.

“I’d better comb my hair.” Meg got up to go to her dressing room.

“Little one, would you mind if we did your hair? It’s the duty of a Sarran Warrior to dress his fem when they go out. Since you are already dressed, let us do your hair.”

“All right, I’m not very good at hair and makeup anyway. I’ve always worn a bun and no makeup. Da forbade me from going to the beauty salon and he got all my wages, so I couldn’t buy makeup.”

Sam’s blood boiled. “You can get as much makeup as you like although you are a natural beauty.”