The two had grown close after they’d fought side by side against House Dethos on Almaluc.
Finn’s jaw flexed as he flicked a look Raider’s way. “I did not think he would be so presumptuous as to enter without an invitation.”
Raider didn’t look at him as he crossed to Blue’s side.
“What are you doing?” Blue asked as he lifted her out of her chair and ushered her to the door.
“Sorry, kid. I have a few things to discuss with Kira.”
“Wait. No. I’m a Cur too!” Blue shouted as Raider shepherded her away from the table.
“It’s classified.”
“I have one of the highest security clearances,” Blue protested as Raider pushed her out of the room.
“Not this time. Not for this.”
Raider slammed the door closed in Blue’s face.
“I don’t think she’s going to forgive you for that,” Kira observed as Raider returned to the table.
“I’ll worry about that later.”
Brave man.
Blue might seem like a pocket-sized, harmless person, but she had earned her place at the Curs’ side. What she lacked in stature, she made up in brains—and vindictiveness.
There would be a painful reckoning in Raider’s future.
Kira just hoped Blue’s retribution didn’t spill over onto her.
Setting her fork down on the plate in front of her, Kira gave up on the possibility of a peaceful breakfast as Raider flopped on the chair Blue had vacated.
“Want to tell me why you interrupted my breakfast in such a dramatic fashion?”
He propped his chin on his hand as he blinked his eyes at her in a way that she was sure he meant for her to understand but didn’t.
“Anything you want to tell me?” Raider asked.
Kira frowned. “Okay, I’ll bite. About what?”
Raider dropped his hand and reached for a basket of fluffy violet offerings Kira assumed were similar to biscuits.
Finn slapped his hand away. “No.”
Raider cradled the offend appendage as he stared at the oshota. “I was just going to take one.”
“I don’t think so,” Finn told him.
Kira stared at the basket, suddenly way more interested in the biscuit things than she’d been previously.
“We have to talk,” Raider said, choosing to ignore Finn’s rudeness.
A weighty silence built before Finn sighed, pushing back his chair. “I’ll be in the other room.”
Kira made a disappointed sound as the oshota gathered his plate and the basket of Tuann biscuits.
Finn gave no signs he’d heard as he stepped through the balcony doors.
