Graydon debated the merits of revealing what he’d learned.
Something stopped him.
One of the hardest things any Face learned was the precarious balancing act that came with the position. Some secrets needed to be kept. The last thing any Face should do was force the emperor into a corner where he’d have to act.
Sometimes discretion was the better part of valor.
From what Graydon saw in Kira’s memories, Jin’s existence was a thorny problem. If his suspicions were correct, Jin was the first soul bound since the Tuann seized freedom from their masters.
According to their stories, Jin should be nothing but a mad creature, thirsting for blood. A danger to all Tuann that needed to be eliminated at all costs.
Yet, from what Graydon had seen, Jin was none of those things.
Until he knew more or at least why Jin was different, Graydon’s best course of action was to stay silent.
He shoved aside the voice inside saying the real reason for his inaction was the fear he’d lose Kira forever if he brought danger to Jin.
"There are many things," Graydon allowed. "I will share when the time is right."
Graydon was a man defined by duty. He’d do what was right even at the cost of his own self-interest—but only if it became absolutely necessary.
They hadn’t reached that stage yet.
The man studied Graydon with eyes that seemed to see through him. "I'll trust in that promise."
Graydon started to leave, then hesitated. "There is one thing I forgot to mention."
The man waited patiently.
"The girl, Elena. She had a warning for us. She said the others are waiting to see how we treat the youngest before they make their decision whether to trust us or not."
"That is an interesting choice of words."
They shared a look, each thinking the same thing.
Kira wasn't the youngest child taken. That was the emperor's eldest son, born three hours after Kira.
