He sighed in relief and nodded, writing on his tablet. “I’ll see what I can do while you have dinner with the prince.”
“Dinner?”
“Yes, the prince invites you to dine with him in a few hours.” Erlyn paused whatever he was doing on his tablet and eyed her cautiously. “I am shocked you weren’t informed—it was in the itinerary composed by your superiors.” He pursed his lips in thought. “But your lack of knowledge makes sense, I suppose, since it seems they didn’t want to inform us about changes to the genome either.”
“You mean their decision to send only me.”
“An armed diplomat without an escort, piloting a fighter alone,” he replied pointedly, attaching his tablet to his utility belt. “They stated you were highly skilled. We didn’t know what exactly that entailed.”
Highly skilled, my ass.
The CTA diplomats had tried to sell Aydin out, and Jaiya didn’t know why. She wanted to believe that they thought this mission was going to fail and didn’t want to make the trip on the chance of never coming back. But something about the whole situation didn’t feel right.
One thing was for sure: she was glad she had come instead of Aydin because there was no way he could have handled this mission—with or without her.
“How much time do I have to get ready? I must not leave Prince Idris waiting.”
