"Not exactly." Seeing the question on the other man's face, Graydon said softly, "A daughter borne of one who was lost."
The man set the puzzle box in his lap and stared unseeing out the window.
Finally, he let out a heavy breath. "We knew we were biologically compatible with humans. Do we know which House the child belongs to?"
Graydon paused. "Likely Roake's."
The man lifted his eyebrows.
"There was some resemblance," Graydon admitted.
A frown crossed the man's face. "As glad as I am for them, it would have been easier on us if this child belonged to one of the other Houses."
Graydon understood the man's concerns. The other Houses were jealous of Roake’s good fortune and wanted their own children returned. If Elena belonged to any of those Houses, it would have relieved some of the pressure.
The man slanted a look at Graydon. "Though considering we now no longer possess either child, perhaps it’s for the best they belong to Roake."
The man propped his head on his fist and crossed his ankle over his knee. "How exactly did they slip through your fingers?"
Graydon avoided the man’s gaze.
The man lifted his head off his fist. "They outsmarted you.”
He threw his head back, a warm chuckle rolling through the room.
“A ship is being prepared as we speak. I can set off after them as soon as it’s ready," Graydon said, hoping to steer the conversation back on target.
The man hummed thoughtfully and shook his head. "Your agenda will have to wait until after the quorum."
Graydon fought his sense of impatience. "Assign another Face."
"I plan to, but everyone already knows you’re slated to attend. Sending another at this late stage will cause questions we can't afford."
Much as Graydon wanted to, he couldn't argue with that logic. If word got out about Kira leaving, and the manner in which she did so, it would create trouble for Roake. To say nothing of the danger Kira would be in when Roake's enemies discovered her.
For now, they could only keep the matter to themselves for as long as possible and hope they could recover Kira before anyone noticed.
The man's gaze turned inward. "Besides, I have a feeling your presence will be needed there."
Graydon went on alert. "You've sensed something.”
“I'm not sure, but something feels off.”
There was no choice then. Graydon had to attend. The man's premonitions were never wrong.
"Don't worry; you can still search for her and the rest while you're there."
Graydon's expression turned wry. "That might be difficult. You know as well as I do how much is involved in the quorum."
Graydon would be lucky to eat and sleep during the ten days and nights.
For the first time, the man smiled, his expression playful. "You won’t be alone. I'm sending another Face with you."
That would free up Graydon from the countless demands people would make on his time. Depending on the Face, Graydon's presence could be reduced to a formality.
Graydon looked up to find the man watching him carefully.
“Why do I have the feeling you're keeping something important from me?” the man asked.
