Piras’ hands were clenched in fists at his sides. His voice was low with disbelieving fury as he growled, “Tell me this is a joke, you stupid Nobek.”
Lidon arched an eyebrow at him. Then he deliberately turned his back on the Dramok as he pulled on an older formsuit he’d meant to throw out. The stretchy fabric was torn and frayed in several places, having seen action in a huge bar brawl on Dantovon a few months back.
One week away!