One—she might be able to take. Two? Not likely.
Throw in Harlow and the emperor's oshota rimming the room, none of whom were likely to allow her rampage to go unobstructed.
She had to be smart. Cunning.
Too bad Jin wasn't here to take her focus off things. He'd have had the perfect quip to defuse her primus.
Just when Kira had started to regain control, Harlow's words destroyed it again.
"Roake will answer the call as well."
"No." Kira's denial burst out before she could give conscious thought as she moved to her uncle's side, looming over him in a manner she knew was threatening. "That's not what you promised."
"Later, niece. This isn't the time or place."
"Oh my, Roake's heir seems a little out of control," Castor murmured in amusement. "This is why it's so important that only the truly mature be allowed to undertake the adva ka."
"You promised those battalions to me," Kira argued, ignoring the comment as she glared at her uncle's face.
Four battalions were a sizable chunk of Roake's forces. While Roake's warriors were considered the best, they also numbered the fewest. Her uncle couldn't answer the emperor's call, maintain the House's borders, and also assist in Kira's rescue operation.
Something had to give. From the way he was acting, it would be her.
"Kira," Liara cautioned.
"I know what I promised, but Roake's duties can't be shirked. If you had grown up properly in a House, you would understand that."
The harsh words left Kira blinking as unexpected hurt squeezed her ribs. "Watch yourself, old man."
Harlow finally deigned to look at her. "I'm not the one acting like a petulant child."
Chairs scraped against the ground as those in the immediate vicinity evacuated.
Color leached out of Kira's skin as violet symbols etched themselves over every inch of her body, their meaning arcane and only understandable to the very oldest and well learned of the Tuann. Her primus peered through her eyes.
"Kira, calm," Liara urged from the other side of the table. "You won't help matters by losing control."
Kira was too far gone to listen, the desolation and sorrow she'd been suppressing spilling out as her voice took on the echo of her primus. "You will keep your word."
"I have given you a lot of leeway in consideration of the extenuating circumstances." Harlow rose from his chair to face Kira. "Perhaps that was a mistake and you need to be forcefully taught your place."
Kira bared razor sharp teeth. He could try.
Harlow beckoned her with a flick of his fingers. That bubble of anger expanding in her chest burst. The last thread of her rationality snapped as Kira launched herself forward. Liara let out a cry of denial as Kira closed the distance between her and Harlow.
Her claws stretched for Harlow's neck.
A force struck her. The room spun as Kira was picked up and slammed down on the table. Her head cracked against it hard enough that she blacked out for a second. Before she could recover, her hands and feet were bound.
"I apologize for my niece's behavior. It seems she's feeling out of sorts. Perhaps others were right that allowing her to embark on the adva ka was precipitous on my part."
Pain made it difficult to think as the room swam in and out of focus.
"I think some time under house arrest will do my niece good."
It was the last thing Kira heard as her eyes slid closed and she lost her battle with consciousness.
Three
