Bardhyn shifted gears, glancing at the man in his passenger seat from the corner of his eye. The employee was trying his best to look cool and unaffected, but sweat beaded at his temples and his breath came in shallow gulps. Bardhyn found that keeping those who worked for him on edge elicited the...
He needed to be in top shape for his upcoming match; he should have been watching reels and making notes of Calvin Jones’s techniques, but he’d accomplished none of that.The few scraps of sleep he’d been able to snatch had thrown him for a loop: dreams of Sofronia, or Sofie as she was called now,...
I’d had doubts, wondering if it would be like the disgusting unidentifiable meals we’d had back in high school, but in this brave new world, mass production of processed food wasn’t king. Most of our meal was locally sourced—a lot of it came from the huge converted greenhouse on the agricultural ...