CHAPTER NINTEEN
“Ah!” Toni fell into her chair and tapped her fingers against the armrest, glaring around the inside of the Blackflame. Her eyes traced the soldered c***k in the wall, memories surfacing to suffocate her.
“Zach, what time is it?” she demanded.
“Four minutes since the last time you asked.”
“Khegh it. He should be back by now. It was just a little locker, for Xendia’s sake!” She threw herself out of her chair and stomped to the nav-link.
“Boss, if you do not sit down, I will shoot you in the knee,” Mate growled. “The smuggler has no doubt got into and out of plenty of trouble without your help. I am sure he is fine.”
“Of course he’s fine. Scum like that always survive.”
“Zach!” Toni snapped. Inwardly, she smiled. Both at the sentiment and the tone.
The CII had changed
