“Have you tried Jtal?” Athee said, holding up her glass.
“No, I haven’t.”
She held it out for him to sample and Byron hesitated. “I’ve not even had a sip yet,” Athee promised. And I assure you it’s not poisoned.
Byron took the glass from her hands and raised it to his lips. The difference in quality struck him immediately. This was the good stuff.
“Knew you’d like it,” she said, retrieving her glass and setting it on the table. “Now, I believe you promised me a dance.”
“One! And you better make me look good.”
Athee’s expression was one of amusement. Before she could respond, Mevine’s voice broke into their conversation.
“Damn, have you tried the Jtal?” he gasped, coming to an abrupt halt at Byron’s side. His eyes widened as Byron and Athee turned to face the young man.
“Officer Byr
