He’d made the same offer to every human in this and the previous hideout he and his people had tracked Ta Sa’Riel’s attackers to.
Funny thing was—no one seemed willing to listen.They always attacked first.Not even waiting for Graydon to finish before launching themselves at him.It had led to a very high body count.
Unfortunately, the dead couldn’t answer questions, leaving Graydon in something of a bind.
This was the first human Graydon had managed to keep alive long enough to even think of questioning.
“Are all humans this fragile?”Kashori’s heir asked the two guards flanking her.“I was under the impression they were hardier than this.”
“That’s because you’re used to a different standard of human.Raider and his ilk can’t be compared to the likes of these.They received personal training from my dearest sister and it shows.Even I can’t help but admire their tenacity sometimes.”Pallas was slow and methodical as he cleaned his sword, ridding the metal of all traces of the blood staining it.He looked down and nudged the dead human next to his boot and sneered.“Though, you’re right, these specimens are somewhat lacking when compared to the rest of their species.”
“You sound like our former masters.I thought we’d discussed this,” Alexander murmured.
The Tuann’s posture was extremely upright.Not a hair out of place or a speck of blood on him.Even his glasses helped present an appearance of scholarly tidiness despite the fact that Graydon had just witnessed him walk through a squad of armed humans and dispatch them with barely the flicker of an eyelash.
He was the interim lord of Asanth’s opposite.Who even now was covered in blood from head to toe.
There was an ease in Rhett’s features.A calm and peace that came from killing.The aggression that had begun creeping up on him during their voyage finally settling.
The fact the two derived from the same House was simply remarkable.
Honestly, Pallas seemed more suited to their ranks than Alexander.
At first glance anyway.
Graydon had glimpsed Asanth’s same cruelty and rage in Alexander in unguarded moments.He didn’t know why the other made a habit of suppressing those darker inclinations, but he suspected it had something to do with the way he grew up.
“Our youngest sister isn’t here to judge.There’s no reason to pretend.We both know you loathe humans almost as much as I do,” Pallas drawled with a glance at Alexander.
“I don’t know what you mean,” Alexander responded in a neutral tone.
“Sure, you don’t.That’s why you refused your first posting and instead wormed your way into the Haldeel’s good graces.”
This time Alexander didn’t respond to Pallas’s barb, not even looking at him as he met Graydon’s eyes.
Graydon arched an eyebrow.“You two done?”
Because he had more important things to focus on.
Alexander’s face was blank while Pallas smirked, making an imperious gesture to go ahead.
Graydon squatted in front of the human.“Now, where were we?”
The human sobbed.“I don’t know anything, man.You have to believe me.”
His face was a mess.Covered in snot and tears.Everything mixed together until you didn’t know what was what.
It was disgusting.
Did the man have no pride?The least he could do was meet the situation with dignity and composure.
He really was nothing like Raider, Jace or others Graydon had met.
“Three days ago, a ship came through here.It docked in your bay and stayed for eight hours.Why?”Graydon asked.
“I don’t know.I don’t know.”
It was the same answer he’d given the last two times Graydon had asked.
