Tane
TaneWarden Egara was waiting for us when we arrived at Bahre’s home, her gray eyes cold as ice. She wore her official Interstellar Brides Program uniform, the dark gray and burgundy suit looking as rigid and relentless as the woman who wore it. We had gathered underground, in Bahre’s secure bunker, where we were certain no human recording devices could operate. We’d used Coalition tech to secure Bahre’s home. The humans had nothing that could penetrate his defenses.
Any living being insane enough to try to sneak past Bahre’s security team had a death wish. But Bahre’s security precautions did not impress the warden. Not at the moment.
“What the hell happened, Bahre? How did you let Tane get into this mess? Do you even know what kind of political disaster this is?” Warden Egara sat
