Chapter 31 – Allies
Shariel drove one of the hotel's tour buses through the city and towards the Chakros River. The bus was crammed full of men and women from Clan Chowaeish. Some were drunk. Others were hungover. All were spoiling for a fight.
She turned left and abruptly slammed on the brakes. The bus's grav engine roared, fighting the vehicle's momentum. Those who weren't securely in their seats were thrown forward, tumbling about the cabin like spacers in zero-g.
“Are we there?” Alraren asked, stumbling down the center aisle and almost falling in her lap. He put one hand on her seat's head rest and the other on the dashboard and leaned forward, squinting at something in the distance. “What happened out there?”
Shariel's nose crinkled. Alraren smelled like whiskey and sweat. She tri
