Chapter 6
Arete frowned at the jar on the table. He couldn’t believe he was looking at the primer for inter-world mutation—the golden formula any creature would kill for. His centuries-long business dealing with Asana had proven its worth after all.
He smiled to himself and leaned back in a chair in the corner of the small dark dungeon in Xiilok. He really shouldn’t call it a dungeon. For his business partner, Asana, it was a sacred place of medical and ritual practice.
Regardless of whether he liked it or not, he needed Asana to perform his part well for them both to succeed.
There was a slight noise, and Asana stepped out from a small side doorway.
Hold it together, Arete told himself to stop from laughing out loud when he saw Asana’s eyes, his irises swimming with what looked like
