first thought.
The large bodyguard, who was now piloting the car, softly cleared his throat, catching her attention. “Ma’am, would you like to go back to Entropy straight away, or would you like to refresh yourself first? You can use the facilities at Master Kainan’s residence if you wish. If you feel you might need a change of clothes, suitable garments will be available.”
Kainan. So that was his name.
Zyara hesitated. She really should get back to the club. The Kordolians would be going out of their minds wondering whether she was safe. That was how they were.
She hoped they’d left the fight. She hoped the Humans hadn’t done anything to antagonize them.
Two First Division warriors tangling with a bunch of Humans was bad news for the Humans. With their superior strength and speed, not to mention their highly advanced physical modifications, they could do some serious damage to Human bodies. But despite their fearsome reputation, the First Division weren’t bloodthirsty savages. She trusted Kalan and Rykal not to get too caught up in Human affairs. They were on this planet to forge a new existence, not get involved in age-old conflicts.
Still, when there were a couple of First Division warriors around, one never really knew what might happen.
She really should go back right now and make sure the situation was under control.
But a part of her was curious. The Human called Kainan had offered her the use of his residence.
Was this normal behavior for Humans?
A home revealed a lot about an individual, and for some reason, this Kainan trusted her enough to allow her into his personal quarters.
It wasn’t just on a whim, either. Kainan didn’t seem like the kind of person who would make such an offer without thinking, or do something as an afterthought.
Interesting, indeed.
Who were these people?
“Thank you for your offer,” Zyara said softly. “I’d appreciate the chance to freshen up before we go back to the club.”
The big man nodded as he edged the flying car into the slipstream, hovering above the narrow streets below. There were so few of these types of vehicles around that Zyara wondered if this kind of technology was difficult for Humans to create.
“How should I address you, Sir?” She looked across at the Human, taking in his sheer size. He was too big for the seat, and his massive arms stretched the dark material of his jacket. His face was rugged, marred by vicious looking scars that continued across his bald head.
This one had seen a few battles in his life.
“Banri, ma’am.” He regarded her with a cautious sidelong glance, shifting in his seat.
“Banri.” Various thoughts and questions filtered through her mind. Zyara was brimming with curiosity. The remnants of alcohol were still coursing through her system, but now, instead of feeling slightly delirious, she was relaxed.
The danger had passed, and she was riding in a strange vehicle with a strange man who was taking her wherever she wanted to go. Right now, that just happened to be the residence of a dark-eyed Human called Kainan, a man who held secret power.
Never before had Zyara done anything so reckless.
Perhaps it was the alcohol in her veins, or perhaps she was entranced by the night, captivated by the colorful lights and hidden layers of this place called Darkside, where nothing was as it seemed, and Humans experienced a wild kind of freedom, unlike anything she had ever known.
Such wonderful, seething, controlled dissent would have been stamped out on Kythia a long time ago. Kordolians were expected to play by the rules of the Empire.
Zyara had never been one the play by the rules, and this is where it had gotten her. Who could have predicted she’d end up on a distant planet in the Ninth Sector, rebelling against the Kordolian Empire?
She smiled at the big Human, who looked a tad awkward. “My name is Zyara.”
Banri blinked, but didn’t say anything.
“It’s very generous of, uh, Kainan to
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