“I must admit, Master Edwards, I never would have imagined two humans could cause as much anger and frustration as you and Miss Holland have,” Arcturus drove his fist into Thane’s ribcage, causing the Ambassador to cough both spittle and blood.

Lord Varujan stared at his knuckles, opening and closing his fist in confusion. He snapped the fingers of his other hand and nodded at Thane. “Check his ribs.”

The elderly woman from earlier rushed over to her Lord, bowed, and ...