The back of Kaira’s neck itched as they headed to the kitchen area. She had to keep fighting the urge to look over her shoulder and study the new arrival. Worse, she couldn’t shake the feeling he knew exactly how she felt even though she hadn’t looked back once.
When they reached the kitchen area their passenger positioned himself against the wall. Kaira took a seat where she could face him. Tarkus set to work making three coffees. No one said anything until Tarkus brought the coffees over. Their visitor nodded his head and said thanks.
“Alright,” said Tarkus. “First question. Who are you?”
“There isn’t a simple answer to that. My name is Korg, but I think you’re asking for a bit more information than that. The slightly longer answer is that I work for the Pradagrash Corporati
