Ziva’s steadfast gaze showed her choice.
“Fine—have it your way.”Kira held up a hand to forestall Ziva’s squeal of excitement.“But you’re still not coming with me.”
“But—”
“No.”Kira tapped the girl on her nose.“I’ll leave you with a training guide for you to follow while I’m gone.”
She’d modify the one she had Elena follow when her niece started training.
“I’m not going to be much help when it comes to your soul’s breath,” Kira confessed.
She was largely self-taught.Furthermore, their affinities lay in different branches.She wouldn’t even know where to begin.She might be able to give the girl pointers based on her experiences, but that was the extent of her capabilities.The rest would be up to Ziva.
Just as it had been up to Kira and the forty-three.
Maybe something spectacular would come out of the experiment.Or Ziva’s lack of knowledge would leave herkicrippled and useless.
Kira rubbed her forehead, trying not to feel like she was making a terrible mistake.
“My mother already taught me the basics of myki’saffinity.I can research the rest myself.You’re the best fighter I’ve ever seen.Better than either of my parents.The things you can teach me are things I can’t get anywhere else,” Ziva said earnestly.
“I really hope you don’t regret this.”
“I won’t.”
“It’ll be hard.Harder than anything you’ve ever done,” Kira told her.
“I understand.”
Not yet but she would.
“Just know you can quit at any time.One word from you and we’re done.”
No one had offered her or the forty-three that luxury.
Like Elena when Kira told her the same thing, Ziva scowled.“Shouldn’t you be telling me that I have to finish what I start?”
“Not for this.”
What Kira would ask of the girl would push her to the edge both physically and mentally.It had to be her choice from beginning to end.
“I’m not going to quit,” Ziva grumped.
“We’ll see.”
Kira almost pitied the girl.She’d chosen the most difficult method to achieve her goals.
“This means I’m your yer’se, right?”Ziva asked with a quiet excitement.
“I guess so.”
She’d already made the promise after all.
Ziva pumped her fist.“Yes!”
“Glad that makes you happy.”
Because she was sure that the girl would be cursing Kira’s name and her entire family line before long.
