In this world, Grezans are prized as exotic captives, on display in households of the wealthy.<br><br>And the cruel.<br><br>Tulano was saved by his Master, saved from a life of arena fighting, slavery, or worse. He's trained to be a warrior now, acting as bodyguard to his benefactor. But when his Master has to court his constituents, how far will Tulano have to go appease his Master and the wealthy who fund his campaigns?

Sand and Tears

The next morning,the foursome took a stretched hovercar to the spaceport.Zeltra maneuvered himself with care to sit next to Tulano,using every twist and turn of the trip to lean against his leg or press to his shoulder.Tulano snarled to himself,his golden eyes glaring at Rilzoren in irritation,who ignored him and conversed with Jutar.


Tulano refused to look at Zeltra and found comfort in the knife that was snugged down inside his tunic,hidden from view.He was still a bodyguard to his Master,no matter that Rilzoren thought he was in safety.


Zeltra bounded ahead at the gate,his face gleaming with excitement.“This is an extraordinary shipment,just stunning!Wait until you see the merchandise!”


Tulano was unable to sustain the least bit of interest in whatever cargo Zeltra had managed to smuggle.Spice,cainad,hallucinogens,who cared but the degenerates that used them?His Master though,was amazingly animated,conversing with everyone present,keeping a pleasant expression.How did he do it?


Chapter 3