Chapter 6 – Tropical Heat
Calael walked down the sidewalk, his brown suede shoes clapping softly on the pavement. He passed numerous people from all four Breeds and gave them all polite nods and smiles. He wore a light linen suit, expensive sunglasses, and a cocky smirk, and he looked just like every other young businessman in the city of River Junction. No one recognized him as a Harowaith.
He was in a major urban area on the planet Allport, and it was an absolutely gorgeous day. River Junction was in the tropics, and its streets were lined with swaying palm trees and bushes bedecked with large exotic flowers. Allport was an independent world, not controlled by any one Breed, and it generally stayed out of galactic politics. It was also a wealthy world—a nexus of interstellar commerce—a
