Chapter Eight
Ajaska Ja Kel Coradon walked over to the small alcove in the office to pour himself a drink. He desperately needed it to curb the fire burning through him. He loved a challenge and he had definitely found one with Katarina Danshov.
He quickly downed the double shot of potent liquor he had poured. Wiping his hand across his mouth, he poured another one before turning when he heard Walter Bailey’s loud, angry voice echoing in the corridor as he came closer.
“Torak, I demand you do something!” Walter bellowed in aggravation as he hurried into the room. “I demand retribution.”
Ajaska glanced at his oldest son; he had passed his position as ruler of Kassis to Torak several years before. He and Torak had decided it was best for him to be involved on the Alliance Council since h
