Page 19 of Tiger's Dream
“Dangerous for whom?”
“For all of us.My teacher”—she paused—“Kadamsaid that seeing our past selves could be disastrous.”
Setting my jaw stubbornly, I replied, “I just want to see if she’s happy.”
“And if she is not?”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”
Grasping her hands behind her back, she headed across the garden toward the wide stone archway with a determined stride. I trotted behind her to keep up.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“To get my weapons.”
“You won’t need weapons where I plan to go.”
She halted midstride and placed her hands on her hips, which emphasized her small waist and raised the hem of her favorite green hunting dress to mid-thigh.
I rubbed a hand over my jaw. “You will, however, need some new clothes.”
As she sputtered a protest, I grabbed her hand, spun, and headed toward the castle, nerves and excitement quickening my stride.
Moments later, I wore a dark business suit and tie and had decided to play the part of an auditor. I’d used the scarf to dress Anamika as my assistant.
“Why are we not going directly to visit Kelsey and Dhiren?” Anamika asked.
“Because I don’t want to interfere unless it’s absolutely necessary.”
“So you will find the information you seek at your…compenny?”
“It’s company, and yes, I should be able to learn more if I can access the computer.”
“I do not understand companies or computers.”
“I know. Look, your job is to just be my assistant.”
“Must assistants wear this uncomfortable clothing?”
She tugged irritably at the gray jacket before making disparaging remarks about the color of her pink silk blouse. After running her hands down the trim skirt and kicking the chair with her soft woven slippers, she demanded, “I want to at least keep my boots.”
“You’re lucky,” I answered her with a wry grin. “If the scarf could make high heels, you’d be wearing those instead.”
Sweeping her long hair over her shoulder, she headed to the mirror, muttering under her breath all the while about heels that were high and companies.
I folded my arms across my chest and smiled. Even with modern clothing, Anamika looked every bit the wild warrior princess. Clearing my throat, I said, “We’ll have to do something about that hair.”
She spun and glared defensively at me. “What is wrong with my hair this time?”
“It needs to be…well…contained. Perhaps a bun at the nape of your neck?”
“My hair cannot be contained. Many have attempted it but they were all unsuccessful.”
“I see.”
Rubbing my thumb across my jaw, I studied her long tresses. “Sit,” I commanded.
She took a step back, eyes full of alarm. “What do you mean to do?” she asked warily.
