Page 321 of Commander’s Mate

Not because I needed him.

Because I wanted the room to contain someone Haret automatically respected.

That was exactly why I could not.

“If you want to appeal,” I said, “the process goes to the command council.”

“Commander Maktu?”

“Council.”

His eyes narrowed.

“Not your mate?”

Heat climbed my neck.

“No.”

A long silence.

Then Haret looked at the second chair that did not exist.

“Your office is terrible.”

I blinked.

“Yes.”

“My brother builds furniture.”

“Good for him.”

“He will make you a chair if you stop stealing shuttle seats.”

I laughed before I could stop myself.

Haret did not.

Then one corner of his mouth moved.

“I disagree with the decision.”

“You’re allowed.”

“I may appeal.”

“You’re allowed that too.”

He touched two fingers to his chest.

The same gesture I had seen from the scarred warrior and Ari.

Free equal.

“I will wait four days.”

“Thank you.”