Skarsdale straightened, his expression polite but resolute. "As I've told you, it’s against our policy to share information about former servicemembers. It's for their protection, as well as that of our space force."
Graydon's smile showed his teeth. There was little warmth in it.
His chuckle filled the air, raspy and containing little humor. It was the sound a dragon made when eyeing its dinner. The prey’s struggle for survival might be entertaining, but ultimately it would fail.
"Your rules do not apply here. She is Tuann.” Because the other man seemed smarter than many of his race, Graydon offered him some advice. “You should walk gently right now. The treaty hangs on what you do next."
Jace's expression closed as Graydon delivered his threat.
"What would you do with Captain Forrest if, as you say, she is Tuann?" he asked.
"She would be taken home to her people."
"And if she doesn't want to go?"
"She is Tuann. She will go." Graydon's order was definite.
Jace ran a hand through his hair, frustration and a hint of amusement in his expression. "You really don't know her if you think that kind of logic will work on her."
Graydon's eyes narrowed. "Her desires do not matter."
Jace sighed. "I'll let you explain that to her."
Graydon's eyebrows contracted with the faintest signs of confusion.
Skarsdale straightened, drawing himself up as he spoke formally, "You've presented no evidence of her status as Tuann. This glyph could very well be a tattoo."
"It's the mark of a powerful House," Liont argued.
Skarsdale spread his hands. "So you say, but as impossible as it may seem, my statement stands." He turned to Graydon. "Do you have any evidence to support your claim? A blood test perhaps?"
Skarsdale waited with a patient expression. He knew the insult his words had caused.
The door slid open, and a woman appeared.
"What is it, Ensign Waverly?" Skarsdale asked with undisguised irritation.
"There is a message for you from Admiral Himoto," she said, her tone crisp.
He gestured sharply. She handed him a tablet.
He read the message, then shook his head before giving the tablet to the woman.
Skarsdale’s gaze was wintry when he met Graydon’s eyes. "I've been instructed by my superiors to comply with your demands and arrange for you to speak with Kira."
Graydon's nod was gruff. Finally, someone showed sense.
"I'll have her picked up," Skarsdale continued.
"Don't bother. My people have been trailing her since she left. They will bring her to me," Graydon dictated.
The man's expression filled with alarm. "That's a bad idea. She's highly paranoid and won't react well to strangers."
Graydon's chuckle held a note of darkness. "My men are elite warriors. I'm sure they can handle one youngazala."
"That means child, right?" Jace asked. He didn't wait for Graydon's response. "I wouldn't treat Captain Forrest as a child. It’ll go badly for you."
Graydon ignored him, already gesturing for his people to prepare to move. "Take us to the children now."
