Yet again he stood at her bedroom door. She felt nauseous at the very idea of being exposed as a fake. She had a whole sleepless night to think about the consequences.
“I don’t feel well. Can we start tomorrow?”
“With all due respect, Navi, you look well enough to me.” Did he just tell me off? The tapping of his foot against the floor brought back her migraine.
“I’m tired.” She yawned and covered her forehead with her hand.
“Tired of doing nothing?” he snapped. “While you smash your plates and throw out food, people have been starving. While you lie in bed till noon, we fight for every inch of this settlement. We lost men, tools, supplies and a Navi in the crash. The cause of which is still unknown, might I add, so who knows what else might pop up any moment.”
The stowaway sat up and squinted at him. She saw the tired faces of the colonists through the window, but she didn’t think much of it. They resembled her kin under the Slavers’ rule. Was that not how life looked in colonies?
“And who locked me here with nothing to do?”
“You did,” came the blunt reply. “Now you have work, so get ready Navi. A walk will do you good.”
Something in his ice-cold stare and the way he pronounced her title worried her. Did he suspect?