Chapter 33

A good thing she wasn't prone to panic or knowing the enemy lurked nearby might have sent Dara into a terrified flight. As it was, fatigue pulled at her limbs. Hunger, too. Everything she'd scrounged of late she'd given to Karo.

Having run out of actual things to barter but the medallion at her neck, she had nothing to spend. Nothing she could use that wouldn't leave a trace.

I have no more options.

Or so she'd thought, until she heard by chance about a ship docked at the Lidruk port. A ship captained by one Kobrah Jameson. The Gypsy Moth, a private vessel that, for the right sum, could be hired to provide transport and protection. A good gig.

Dara used to be part of Kobrah's operation before her life went down a zlukna hole. Nasty, slimy, so bad you could never wipe the stain free because it became a part of you.

The stain on Dara unfortunately also fell on Karo. The one thing that kept her going.