“Lights,” Clay barked out. The built-in lamps along parallel walls came on low. He must have them set to start that way. I could see why as I saw his room for the first time. The soft lighting allowed sight in the room to navigate the large bed taking up most of the space, but it also threw the window above his bed into prominence. His cabin was bigger than the others with that bed bolted into the far wall. I marveled at the idea of lying there and staring into space. A dark blue Dranellian blanket and white sheets were bunched messily at the end of the mattress. His vidscreen had been installed on a wall with built-in drawers and a door to what I assumed was his washroom. Crossing my arms, I took in everything but the two men standing in front of me, staring at each other. The tense silence crept along the surface of my skin like it held an electric current. My fingers clenched on my arms. “What is it you’re waiting for, Claybourne? Another apology?” Anders stood so still, his discomfort obvious in the clench of muscles.
