"What does that mean?"
"It's a rodent. Small, but filled with anger and unexpectedly vicious," Finn said.
Hmph. That was actually a good description of Raider.
Kira turned onto her side giving him her back. "He holds me responsible for the death of the woman he loved."
"Were you?"
Kira closed her eyes. "Yes."
Quiet fell between them. One Kira was grateful for, since she didn't feel like talking anymore. She was done answering questions for the night. She'd already shared more than she should have.
There was a noise behind her, and she lifted her head to see Tank lumber through the door, carrying a M340 Bravo. It was a long-barreled rifle capable of spitting out 600 rounds per minute.
"That's a bit of overkill, don't you think?" Kira asked.
"No such thing," he assured her.
She snorted and jerked the blanket over her. Sleep wasn't likely to come again tonight, but she didn't plan to spend the rest of the night staring at those two.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Her feet propped upon the same terrace railing she’d stood next to last night, Kira slouched in her chair. She’d made it a point of hunting down the spot where she’d been ambushed, curious to see what she could learn in the bright light of day.
Kira dug into a small bowl of neon blue fruit. So far, she had concluded she was extremely lucky to still be breathing. The singe marks from the attack stood out in stark contrast against the white stone, their color black and angry.
Knives sprouted from the railing like porcupine quills, not quite as numerous but still impressive. She flicked one with her foot, still surprised at how deeply they were buried. What sort of metal cut stone?
It was a wonder she'd survived. In the fury and chaos, she hadn't registered how many shots she'd dodged. If she'd been even a second later in reacting, she would have lost her life.
Her muscles ached pleasantly as they reminded her she still wasn't quite used to the difference in gravity from theWanderer.
During her exploration earlier, she’d found the terrace wrapped around the entire exterior on this side of the building, connecting Graydon’s wing with her former one. She’d walked the entirety of its length twice before settling down for breakfast.
She took another bite of her fruit and hummed as the tart sweetness burst on her tongue. Finn loomed behind her like an angry cloud. He hadn't liked her insistence of eating out on the terrace—especially on this section of it.
