"So tell me," Jupin dropped the device in his hands on the table, the plastic clattering loudly. "How many men have you slept with and destroyed their lives while you were on Earth?" the healer demanded.
Those very words reverberated like a hard slap on Zeenare's face, while his hand rested on the door knob.
"What nonsense are you spouting!" Rhea roared, rising sharply from her seat, her gaze blazing. "I won't stand for this insult!"
Han glanced up at Zeenare, beads of nervous sweat trailing down his face.
Even as Zeenare stood there motionless he could sense the fury burning from Rhea's voice.
"I can guess it must be many, since you can't find a word to place a number on them, Bilge." Jupin finished with a sneer.
"How dare you!" Zeenare's voice, though low, ripped through the room like a crack of furious lightning as he stepped inside.
Jupin flew across the room, crashing hard against the wall coughing out blood, with the sickening thud of a cracking bone following his fall.
