Chapter 9
EmryShe flipped through image after image of Pashaal, taken in a variety of locations, all surveillance photos. Pashaal’s estate. Her official Council office. The ship. Emry scrolled through the images and written reports until she found a photo of herself.
Outside on a warm day, Emry served shot glasses filled with chilled soup. She remembered that event. The heat and humidity of the day made her hair frizzy, and Pashaal insisted that her human cook be the one to serve, despite being dead tired.
Emry dropped the tablet like it scalded her.
This was reconnaissance. Ren had a file on her shady boss.
Everything he told her about making amends and wanting a second chance was all a lie.
Shock ran over Emry like an upended bucket of freezing water.
Ren hadn’t been on Pashaal’s
