Why? Is it really all about Jun?Speaking of the lying mongrel, he entered and brought a chair into the room. The women were prepping the client in another area—shedding his clothes and arousing his senses. Soon they would come where we were and the games would begin.Jun set the chair a few feet in front of the plastic bed. Purple velvet draped it. I guided my Tora to her throne and sat down on the floor next to her. An onlooker would’ve thought I’d lost my mind, her above me and me below. Imagine if Father was here. Jun surely turned away as if someone was being killed and he hoped not to be called in as a witness. No one sat above the Dragon, and surely I never lounged on the floor.But tonight a serious point needed to be made. Nyomi needed to understand that she was in control. I gazed up at her.What are you thinking now?The tiger was not at ease. Her striped fur ruffled. Those claws had been out before I even opened the door to greet her. They remained exposed and ready for war.
