Five hours had passed since Tarkus left. Kaira was learning that even the fanciest of VIP babysitting services could grate after a while. When all there was to do was eat, drink, and play around with her datapad, boredom soon set in.
Almost all there was to do. She’d been approached by two men already. Neither had done more than try to talk to her, but she noticed that each time at least two staff started paying more attention to her. It seemed the protection Tarkus had paid for extended beyond overt danger.
She hadn’t needed any help. She’d kept her answers clipped and short enough that both backed off after just a couple of minutes.
Both men had been older than Tarkus, one of them considerably older, but the look in their eyes told her exactly what they had in mind. She hadn’t
