Honor Bound

Neia lost everything when she lost her people’s ability to see threads. And the damn haze, a side-effect from the accident, was a constant reminder of that loss. Moving to the surface should have meant fewer interactions with others. But a life-debt couldn’t be ignored, not even if it was to a human.

Borgen had a murder to solve and didn’t trust the other judges. So he turned to Neia, the smartest person he knew.

Everyone else he knew was human, so...

All Neia wanted was to be left alone. But honor demanded she help.

Finding the killer would have been easier if the haze hadn’t started acting strange. Or if Borgen wasn’t having an existential crises. Between a human youngling Borgen had foisted on her and a nosy zanari that kept showing up, she’d be lucky to ever enjoy solitude again.