CHAPTER 25
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE: THE DEAL --- Leo waited until the guard changed. He'd been counting tiks, marking the rotation patterns through the dull vibration of boots on deck plate. The Drakh ran their brig on military precision—predictable, honour-bound, blind to the gaps their own discipline created. When the younger guard took over the night watch, Leo rose from the metal bench and walked to the cell door. "I need to speak to Captain Thrace." The guard's golden eyes narrowed. "You don't make requests, prisoner." "I have information. About my ship. About how I got here." Leo's voice was calm, unhurried. "Thrace will want to hear it. And if he finds out you didn't tell him, he'll have your scales for armour polish." The guard hesitated. Then he left. Thrace arrived within the ral. He st
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