Chapter 8 Ring Fight

• The signing had ended. Kael’s signature still glowed faintly on the gold-tinted holo-screen as the boardroom cleared. Grun’s laughter echoed behind him, crude and heavy, the kind that reeked of men who thought they’d just won everything.
• Kael didn’t turn to watch him leave. He didn’t need to.
• Beside him, Marek Dune, his longtime guard, a man built like an armored truck and twice as silent stood without speaking.