"We'll see," he said before turning toward the door.
Finn shook his head at her when they were alone.
"What does that mean?" she asked.
His gaze was sympathetic. "It means things might not go the way you planned. The commander doesn't often give up his quarry."
Kira flopped back unable to think of any response.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Kira cursed the sizeand torturous length of the Citadel as she dragged her bag along yet another set of steps into another long hallway.
Would it have killed the Luathans to build a city with a rational layout?
She could have asked Finn for help, but the last time she'd asked which way the landing field was, he'd given her a beatific smile and a vague response.
She'd stopped asking after that.
A headache pounded at her temples.
The sunlight streaming in the windows stabbed at her eyes, despite her sunglasses.
It'd be several days before her eyes could take the sun's piercing light again. A side effect of the primus form. Until then, they were extremely sensitive, leaving her craving the cool comfort of dark, something in distressingly short supply in the bright, airy Citadel.
Right now, she felt like a herd of alien horses had trampled over every part of her body, leaving her feeling like one giant bruise. Another lovely side effect of the transformation.
While it gave her unimaginable power for a short while, it also sucked up an immense amount of energy and resources. Until her body recovered, she was left as weak as a human newborn.
It was one of the reasons she was forced to drag the duffel along after her rather than carry it. She couldn't bring herself to care about the damage she might be doing to the floor.
If they had a problem with that, they should have provided someone to carry the bag instead of refusing her any help.
The same Luathan healer who had attended her on her last visit to the medic had been furious when Kira said she was leaving on the next shuttle.
She'd ordered Kira into bed for another week of rest.
