Moments later, Atticus found himself trailing behind Anorah as they made their way toward his training room on the hill.
Her pace was brisk, and not once did she turn to look at him from the moment they left the hall.
'She's definitely mad.'
She didn't slow until they reached the training room, and the moment they stepped inside, Anorah crossed the space and moved straight to the terminal embedded in the wall. Then she began silently altering the room's configuration.
Atticus remained where he was, watching in silence.
'Should I apologize?'
He hadn't exactly done anything wrong. At least, he didn't think so. Was not doing what your woman wanted somehow wrong by default?
He really hoped not. Otherwise, he'd just fucked up spectacularly, and the last thing he wanted was to return to a world without sex.
He swallowed.
'I should say something.'
"Hello…"
Atticus cringed immediately and cursed himself inwardly, then cleared his throat.
