Kira doubted that. Graydon wasn't that type of man. You could remove his tongue and paralyze his vocal cords and he would still be the first person people noticed.
He couldn't help it. His charisma demanded attention without him ever having to lift a finger.
"I can't send you back," Pallas announced.
"Can't or won't?"
Pallas offered her a faint smile. "Both."
Kira eyed him suspiciously, wondering if he was telling the truth or just trying to make her think he was.
There was a lot about his abilities that she didn't know.
For one thing—how was he able to pinpoint her location to port to? He'd known right where to find her. Appearing in exactly the perfect spot for an ambush. There had to be some type of marker. A tag of some kind that he could hone in on whenever he wanted.
That thought was a scary one. If true, it meant Pallas could find her at anytime, anywhere.
She could think of a lot of applications for an ability like that. Assassination among them.
On the other hand, he had to have a limitation of some kind. Power always came at a cost. Just look at the toll her burst left on her.
Kira didn't know if distance affected how often he could use his power. If so, it would explain his 'impossible'. He might need time to recover before making a jump of that length again.
Or her ship wasn't tagged and he could no longer locate it.
Either way, she didn't have a choice but to accept his excuse.
Pallas quirked an eyebrow at the screen Kira had been in the middle of trying to hack before she was interrupted. "Stealing my ship, dear sister?"
"That's fucking rich. Why are you even here?" Kira glanced at Graydon. "Let me guess. They held a vote after I left. And you're here to try to stop me."
Pallas rolled his eyes. "You're wrong about that last part."
"But not about the vote."
"Don't you want to hear the outcome?" Pallas asked with a smug twist of his lips that made alarm spread through Kira's body.
Her gaze jumped from him to Graydon and back again. The things Graydon and Pallas had said earlier coming back to her.
Things like "agreement" and "siblings".
"Oh no, don't tell me."
Pallas's smile broadened. "You'll have to get over all those negative feelings, little sister. I've been charged by the forty three to handle this matter."
Kira shook her head and kept shaking it. "Absolutely not."
That wasn't happening. It wasn't.
"It's already decided. Lover boy even agreed. We're going to be murder buddies for the foreseeable future."
Kira felt ill. The urge to bend forward and hurl all over Pallas's pristine decks was strong. She resisted, stabbing a finger in his direction as she faced Graydon. "That psycho can’t come with us. He's a loose cannon."
There was a reason Kira and Jin treated Pallas with the utmost caution. It was because anything and everything could happen when he was involved. She'd rather change the plan entirely than have him on board.
"It's already decided," Pallas sang.
"We don't need him," Kira said, feeling desperate.
