Genre: contemporay, multicultrual
She was doing diamond pushups when her cell door opened again.
Mace was back.
Sinjin didn’t look up. She knew from the tingling that went over her body that he was back. Sixty-one, sixty-two, sixty-three. She maintained the count in her head, Sinjin counted in Icelandic; it was more natural for her than English.
“Sinjin.” Mace’s deep voice filled her small chamber.
Sixty-four, sixty-five, sixty-six. She didn’t stop; she refused to give him the satisfaction that he could interrupt her and divert her attention. Sixty-seven, sixty-eight, sixty-nine, seventy.
Up. Down. Up. Down. An endless repetition.
“Prinsessa,” the guard said.
Perspiration dripping down her face, Sinjin went down for one more and shoved her body up fast. Following with the momentum, she gained her feet and stood there. Shirt soaked with sweat clung to her curves, enticing Mace’s imagination to travel down roads he knew she wouldn’t want to go. At least not with him.
Her shirt barely covered her flat belly, and he could make out the ridges of a six-pack on it. That was new. The pants she wore were simple cotton, gray in color and sat low on her hips. Her feet were covered by thick wool socks.
Sinjin stood still as he took in her new look. Her hair was braided and fell to the middle of her back. Again she looked indifferent when their eyes met.
Mace swallowed. It was hard for him to acknowledge that she ignored him, but responded to the guard’s voice without hesitation. “Will you hear out my proposition?”
She blinked and remained standing, silently. Sinjin barely even brushed away the sweat that dripped into her eyes. “Who authorized this deal you are about to make me?” Sinjin questioned as her eyes held Mace’s. Her words were tinged with an accent.
“The GDS,” Mace told her.
“And what is this deal that is going to make me wanting to leave all this and go anywhere with you?” Sinjin walked over to her bed and sat on it.