Chapter 47

Two hours of sleep in the humid, booze-scented air of The Nexus was enough to leave Elara feeling sharper than she had in days. She rolled off the narrow bed, her movements quiet as she looked over at the sleeping form of Brooke Preston. The waitress was out cold, her breathing steady and rhythmic. Elara's eyes snagged on a pair of silk panties draped over the edge of a chair. With a small, defiant smirk, she reached out and snatched them, stuffing the fabric into her pack. A little souvenir...