Free Demon's Dream (High Demon Series #6) by Connie Suttle

willingly. He and I have nothing in common, except the abuse."
    "When is the last time you saw your father?"
    "The current Edan?"
    "Yes."
    "Probably four moon-turns ago, when he came with my daughters and Karzac, to treat the disabled on Kifirin. They provided care regularly because I couldn't afford a doctor on what the Crown paid."
    "Do you talk much with your father?"
    "Not usually; there isn't much time for that. I cooked for them when they came, as payment for their work."
    "Would you talk to him if he came here? If he walked through the door now, could you have a conversation?"
    I had to think about that for a while. "Probably not," I said. "We don't have a lot in common."
    "Who do you have something in common with, Reah? Who could sit down with you now to laugh and talk about anything or nothing? Who would make you feel at ease when they walked through the door, knowing that they would support you as a family member, friend or lover should? Who would that be, Reah?"
    I sorted through everyone I knew. "Nobody," I said eventually. "I don't trust any of them that way. They all walked away from me, and I spent years trying to determine what I'd done wrong to make that happen. Those doors were closed after a while. Nobody holds my trust, now."
    "Even your daughters?"
    "My daughters barely know me. They couldn't tell you if you asked what my favorite meal is, or what I like to wear, even. But they'd be able to answer those questions and more about Jayd and Glinda." I stared past Kevis and through the window of my bedroom. A miniature orange tree grew right outside, surrounded by a mulched ring and then flowers around that.
    "Do you know what their favorite things are?"
    "I made their favorite meals—the ones they asked for, on all their birthdays, including the cakes. Of course I know. And I always got to see the latest thing that Jayd and Glinda bought for them to wear or the music they listened to or the way they wanted their rooms decorated."
    "None of that was under your control. Did they ask, ever, what you thought? Jayd and Glinda, or Garde?"
    "Very seldom was I asked for input, and then it was only a formality. Decisions were never placed solely in my hands." My fingers were twisting in my lap. "Garde chose the finishing schools for all of them. The most I pushed was to get Raedah and Tara into medical school, because that was what they wanted. Garde argued that when they got husbands, they wouldn't need a profession."
    "That sounds somewhat archaic."
    "Welcome to Kifirin," smoke curled from my nostrils.
    "Does that happen when you're angry?" Kevis noted the smoke and tapped his observations into the comp-vid.
    "Yes. More so with the males. I've never seen Glinda blow smoke, but Jayd keeps her placated and happy most of the time."
    "Sounds like a common theme with High Demon males in their relationships with High Demon females."
    "Except for this one."
    "Except for this one." He nodded, repeating my words as he tapped more notes into the comp-vid.
    "I think I want to go out for a bit," I said, sliding off the bed.
    "I don't recommend it, and our session isn't over."
    "It's over," I said, walking toward the door.
    * * *
    The workers never said a word as I grabbed a crate and started picking oranges. The fruit was large, the pebbled skin smooth in my hands as I expertly gathered it and set it atop layers of dividers, filling each tray before setting another one inside the crate and repeating the process. Just as with the gishi fruit, filled crates were left at the edge of the row for a hovertruck to gather. I wasn't really dressed to work in the groves and my bare feet might have been a giveaway. Farzi was walking beside me after a while.
    "Reah, you get injured yesterday. Why you here today? Let me take you back."
    "Honey Snake," I said, "this is better therapy right now than what Doctor Halivar was doing."
    "Where your shoes?" He was staring at my feet. Likely at my pajamas, too. I really wasn't dressed to do what I