Kyra had ducked into a storage locker to allow Trey and the Diva Aidenne pass. When all seemed to be clear she stepped out again. The door to the small parlor slid open. She stood in the doorway waiting for any sign that the room’s occupant was going to acknowledge her presence. After a few moments of dead air, she shrugged, grabbed a cup, took the seat opposite him and poured a finger of the amber liquid.
“Quite the crew you have here.” She took a swallow and had to exert every ounce of control not to spray the liquid across the table. It felt like she’d taken an blaster bolt to the throat that trailed all the way down to her stomach where it ricocheted around setting her gut ablaze. Her eyes started to water, “Smooth,” she said with a slight wheeze.
The man’s face creased in a smirk...Read More