CHAPTER TEN
“SO, WHO DO YOU THINK she is?”
“Janelle? An ex-Hunter.”
Zeth rolled his eyes. Rel was in one of his surly, post-drunk moods. Now that they were sober, they knew they had to clean up before their passenger arrived. On their own, how they looked, and smelled, didn’t matter so much. Mich Janelle might not appreciate their post-mission bachelor lifestyle or lingering smell.
Ducking his lathered face out of the prison cell-sized bathroom cubicle, he checked Rel hadn’t decided on a little morning-after drinkie to take the edge off his hangover. Rel glanced up from the terminal, his face twisted in confusion. Zeth saw there was nothing to worry about. Already showered and shaved, Rel was a man Zeth hadn’t seen in months. His hair was cut short and jelled into sharp spikes away fro
