Chapter 18

“It is expected of a mrowhanto raise the children and be a good…homemaker? Is that the word?” He glanced at me.

“That’s one of them,” I agreed, not liking that he would have suffered any kind of oppression because of something he couldn’t help. He’d been born this way. And his people expected him to like or do a certain thing based on biology? It was ridiculous, and I fumed, though I worked hard to keep it from showing. “But you obviously proved them wrong.”

His bark of laughter was bitter and sounded so unlike him. I crossed the room without even realizing it. When he turned from hanging his pristine uniforms in the closet, I was right there in his space. Sol blinked—surprised, I was sure—but he didn’t show any other reaction.

“I was too strong and too accomplished for the Elders to deny me. They sent me to learn English so they could station me here, away from them, and they would not have to see.”