A pair of copper-flecked brown eyes turned, slashing their stare into Mohini.<br/><br/>In her native tongue, common Amazonian Greek, Masina's voice lacked any accent.<strong>"None of us here respect or trust the others. Not yet, maybe not ever."  </strong><br/><br/>She shrugged,<strong>"that's as it should be. You are a slave now woman, do not attempt to create division or you may lose your ability to speak, and that would be a pity."</strong><br/><br/>Masina's sneer returned.<strong>"And do not even think to lecture me on my alliances, it is you and yours that are my enemies."</strong><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>