“Seri?” Kusanagi blinked in surprise at recognizing the person behind the largest pile of boxes from shopping he’d ever seen. “Would you like some help?”
She studied him warily around her pile, not a look he was unfamiliar with.
“You certainly helped me enough with Anna and the Slates,” he said quietly.
Man to woman, there was always tension between them, but Seri softened when he said that. Clansman to clansman, they’d always been able to communicate.
“Certainly. Thank you,” she said with the snap of authority in her voice she’d mastered long ago.
Then she buried him in boxes.0