The door to the monastic cell opened. A woman stood in the light of a window streaming in the orangish-red light of Luyten’s star on her close-cropped blue hair and hard-bitten features. A scar ran down one side of her face leaving one corner of her mouth pulled up in a little grin.
Face pulled tight, Penn held himself from entering by grabbing the door frame with one hand and staggered in place a bit, by lust. “Sgt. Aphros, you remind me of someone.”
Whap! His partner, Paper, slapped him upside the head. “And you, Aphrodite, leave that woman’s body and let my friend be. This is an Abbey.”