Ka'Cit's Haven (Riv’s Sanctuary #3)

Which cargo captain would need the help of so many Niftrills?

He got his answer almost immediately.

Movement caught his attention and instinctively, he slipped behind a huge barrel resting in the cargo yard.

Ka’Cit froze as the cargo merchant who owned the ship came into view.

A feeling of uneasiness suddenly fell across him.

He knew that merchant…he’d heard about her at least.

Her name was Herza—and she was Merssi…like him.

If a female cargo dealer wasn’t strange enough, one that was Merssi was even stranger.

Merssi females didn’t work.

They were provided for. Protected.

To see one carving a life for herself was…inspiring.

The only problem was…there was nothing even slightly redeeming about the merchant in front of him.

Phekking Herza.

Most beings didn’t know what she was, but he did.

They only saw the fact that she was Merssi and expected her to be docile—a pushover.

She’d lure beings that way, make them believe they could get ahead of her and then cut them down—most times, literally.

She was cut-throat and, in the underground, she was known to smuggle slaves for credits.

A growl started in his throat.

Herza’s tight-fitting dark clothing hung to her curves. Her long dark hair was almost to her waist, and she’d braided it and adorned it with trinkets like the ones Riv wore.

Her back was to him and her tail swished lazily in the air as she signed the cargo release form and handed it to one of the Niftrills

With a light step, she hopped on to the ship’s ramp, which was already closing.

Phek.

This might not be what it first seemed at all.

He doubted the human was registered. Hudo III had strict laws about registering refugees and they had to be sponsored. If Herza somehow found that out, she was probably going to try and smuggle the human female and sell her somewhere on the black market.

It would be easy.

There would be nothing to track the human.

This was bad, and bad timing too. He was on a job—one involving life and death, based on what he’d been told—and the star was already midway across the sky.

He checked his sat watch.

He had to help the human.

Herza wasn’t just going to let her go.