From a WIP: Mari and Rabi Isaacs were engaged, but Mari was just caught spying and knocked out by a blaster. Miles is Rabi’s commander.
Mari’s hand fell to the floor, ringless. She felt it dully, and tried to open her eyes.
“So, you’re the Rebels have known our codes for the last year.”
She tried to answer. Her lips moved in what might’ve been a “No,” a “What,” or a “Who,” but not a “Yes.” Her eyes opened but didn’t focus, and a line of drool trickled from the corner of her mouth.
Mari blinked again, and her eyes focused on the booted feet beside her. “R-Rabi?”
He looked down at her with hooded eyes. “How much did they pay you?”
Mari winced and closed her eyes again.
“Would you have gotten a bonus when we married? Would they have paid you each time—”
Miles laid a hand on the captain’s arm, and he stopped.
She swallowed, and her voice cracked when she spoke. “I didn’t… not… love you.”
Her voice was coming back. “No pay.”
“But you are Mabinogion.”
“Who?” It wasn’t a question. She opened her eyes and followed the gray, unmarked uniform up to his face. A corner of her mouth twitched—answer enough.
“You said you didn’t spy for money,” Miles said. “Why did you do it?” Captain Isaacs caught his breath.
Mari didn’t answer for a moment. “Ideals.”
“You agreed with the rebels?”