10

“I still want my money, Redveign,” Lara said to me in greeting, standing up from a table holding a beer she was drinking much too early. “Your beta’s son was quite the spender, and I have no intention of turning a blind eye to his debts. We welcomed you Navarrah City royals to the Obsidian Valley, and Ulryk considered this place his home away from home. You will pay his debts, or we won’t be so generous with our dear royal neighbors in the future.”

The frothy beer had the same red hue as Lara’s hair. Both glistened in the early morning light streaming through the window. While her beauty didn’t rival Aria’s, Lara was busty and curvaceous, and she wore both assets proudly. Donning her signature leather pants and tank that barely covered the globes of her breasts, she sauntered over to us, her body language threatening. Ulryk Bevata had owed her for drugs and other things her criminal network provided before he died, and she was trying to secure her money.

“As I said before Lara,” I beg