CHAPTER 17
PERRIGAULThe Khargal from the train. The tourist.
“You,” Perrigaul said.
“It is me,” the Khargal agreed. “Imagine my surprise at receiving your distress signal.”
“Why are you here?” Perrigaul knew he shouldn’t question this turn of good fortune. Rescue was rescue. The distress signal was weak, and he was lucky anyone was nearby to respond. But this male? It was highly suspicious.
“Your female dropped an intriguing map. I wished to return it. Where is Miriam? I wish to speak with her.” The communicator distorted his voice, but his smugness came through just fine.
Perrigaul growled. “Her name is not for you to speak.”
The bastard laughed. Laughed.
“You stole the map to follow us,” Perrigaul accused.
“You left in a hurry. Items were misplaced.”
“Your lackeys fired at us.
