The corner of Makon’s lips lifted in a tiny smile that was chilling. “If that was the case, you would already be dead.”
Kira had always known Makon wasn’t someone to trifle with, but this confirmed it.
His presence was a little less loud than Caius or Harlow’s, but Kira was guessing he could be just as dangerous.
Maybe more so considering you probably wouldn’t see him coming.
There would be no warning before he cut your head off. Just a slice and then a spray of blood.
She should know, having seen him in action once before. He’d been a ghost. Right up until the moment he killed a man.
“These are the quarters you would have had, had you been raised in Roake,” Makon said. “Your parent’s former room is located right across the hall. Harlow had me program your biometric data into the permissions so you can visit any time you’d like. It has been kept in the same condition as it was when they were alive.”
Kira couldn’t help taking a quick look at the set of doors he indicated, a strange yearning filling her.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Kira said, opening her own door and stepping inside.
She came to a quick stop as she got her first glimpse of the room.
To call it a bedroom was to do the suite a disservice.
The room was massive, with a set of French doors leading onto a balcony overlooking the line of cliffs the fortress perched on and the ocean beyond. Decorated in dark tones, it didn’t feel gloomy with the large windows on either side of the French doors allowing light to illuminate the room.
A bed sat in the middle; a blanket made of white fur tipped in specks of black draped over its end.
The room was fit for a princess—or the heir of one of the strongest Houses.
Jin disappeared through one of the doorways off the main room.
“Kira, get a look at this bathroom.” Jin’s words echoed from the other room. “It’s huge.”
Unable to resist, Kira moved a few more steps into the room, looking through the doorway to catch a glimpse of the space that had put an awed note in Jin’s voice.
The room was even more luxurious, and over the top, than the bedroom.
A glass shower with black, stone walls took up one side. To the other was a massive in ground tub that Kira would have to step down into.
There would be enough room in that tub to fit Kira, Graydon, and his entire pod of oshota if they’d wanted.
Kira didn’t think she’d ever seen a bathtub that big. The mere thought of how much water it would take to fill was enough to boggle the mind.
“Do you know what happened to my ship?” Kira asked, distracted by her surroundings.
“It took heavy damage in the landing.”
Makon’s answer came from behind her as she ventured toward the balcony, stopping on the threshold.
“At the moment, it is no longer space worthy.”
The answer was expected but it didn’t stop the tiny curl of pain in Kira’s middle.
“The Overlord suspected you would want it repaired,” Makon continued when she remained quiet. “He had it taken to one of our docks and assigned several of our engineers to bring it back to its former glory.”
At that, Kira looked over at him. “That was kind of him.”
“The Overlord loves you.”
Kira smirked as she leaned against the balcony doors and crossed her arms over her chest. “How many trackers is he going to put on my ship before he’s done?”
