Chapter 8:
Old Enemies:
Brett Ashworth sat in the VIP section of Stellaris City's most exclusive nightclub, a glass of expensive whiskey in his hand and a smug smile on his face. His jaw still ached where Zara Kane had hit him three days ago, but the bruising had mostly faded.
"I'm telling you guys, it's perfect," Brett said to his group of friends, all of them were sons of wealthy families who spent their evenings buying drinks they could afford with their parents' money. "She's probably broke by now, desperate for work."
"You really think she'll come crawling back?" asked Tyler, a thin man whose father owned several hotels in the city.
"She'll have to." Brett took another drink, savoring both the whiskey and his sense of victory. "I made sure she can't fight anywhere in Stellaris. N
