At Paramount's base six's quarters, Haven Velanora was serving her punishment with all the enthusiasm of someone who had no choice. She had lied to get out and see Scar and been caught, and was now facing the consequences.
The lie hadn't even been complicated. It was a simple request, a brief illness for time to recover at home.
But her father had a gift for making small mistakes feel large, and so she had been stripped of her training and her duties as a Moon Killer and handed a mop instead.
The truly irritating part was that the lie had been unnecessary. Leonard, her captain, was a reasonable man, honest with him, and he would have let her go without a second thought.
But something had stopped her. Not guilt, not fear, but something closer to unease. If pressed for the right word, 'shy' might have been the most accurate, embarrassing as that was to admit.
