"Quillon believes there's something hindering your connection. Whether that's distance or another factor is up for debate." Graydon paused, choosing his words carefully. "Even after you're reunited, there's a chance your ki deprivation may relapse."
Kira processed the news that all the work she'd put in until this point might be undone. She released a shaky breath, nodding in acceptance. "If it's this bad for me, how much worse is it for Jin?"
That was the question that haunted her.
There was no garden oasis for Jin to steady himself. He was alone and without backup. So very far away. With no one to explain what he was going through.
"Quillon doesn't know. Since Jin is one of a kind, there's no telling how his mind will react to being cut off from you. It could be he's totally fine. His lack of a biological body could mitigate the side effects for a time." Graydon paused. "Or it could be worse."
Her health was failing. Her mental state was suboptimal. And Jin might be faring the same.
What a pickle they'd landed in this time.
There was nothing to do but accept the situation and then plan around it.
Just like Himoto always said—"Kira-chan, you may one day be in a place where your back is against the wall. You'll want to scream about how it isn't fair. But people like us know the universe has never cared about ‘fair’. Fight forward. Always."
He was right. She did want to scream. She also wanted to rip things apart with her bare hands and then decorate her ship with the entrails of her enemies.
"You have options, you know. You could turn back," Kira offered, carefully not looking at Graydon. "It'd probably be better than hitching your future to a woman destined to go out in a fiery blaze."
Kira felt the way Graydon stilled, the gathering storm that signaled dangerous things to come.
"I'm going to pretend you didn't just say that."
One corner of Kira's lips hitched up. Somehow, she'd known that would be his response.
He forced her into a sitting position in his lap, turning her to face him. "I demand my place at your side. It is my right as the one who swore the oath of Aliria to you. I will walk into the darkness with you and hold your shattered pieces together if that's what this takes."
Graydon's face was furious, his fingers tender as he feathered a touch across her jaw. "I'm here, Kira. All the way to the end. Your shelter and your anchor."
Kira's cheeks were wet with tears as she covered his hand with hers. "Okay."
Graydon's glare remained hot. "You're such a difficult woman."
Kira's laugh sounded clogged. "Isn't that why you love me?"
"You're damn right I do." Graydon's lips covered hers, bruising and fierce. "I don't want to ever have this conversation again."
Kira leaned forward, their breath mingling. "I need this."
Graydon's hand landed on her ass. He lifted her over him. "Then take it."
Seven
Kira devoured Graydon’s mouth, her desperation making her frantic.
A beat passed. Two.
Graydon set her away from him, his eyes almost wild. He looked at her like a starving man offered a rare feast. His hunger searing.
They stared at each.
Graydon's control broke first. He yanked her back to him. This time it was him who ravaged her mouth. Savage as he took what he wanted.
His hands guided her hips, grinding her against him. The delicious pressure sent tingles of need through her.
Kira moaned, desperate for him. If she didn't have him inside her in the next second, she was going to combust. Go up in flames to become ashes.
