“Hello?”
“I’m here. Just had to pick my jaw up from the floor. Did you sayassassin?”
“Yeah. Can you do it?”
“Pretty sure. But can I ask why?”
She snorted at his question. “I’d rather not say.”
“All right. Give me what you have and I’ll see what I can do.”
Jinx paused as he entered the courtyard for his barracks and found his way blocked by another assassin.
One in a maroon uniform.
Clenching his teeth, he had to force himself not to knock the little bastard’s teeth out. He might outrank the kid, but the kid had political pull he definitely lacked.
When Jinx tried to step around him, he moved and blocked his path again.
“Seriously, Quiakides? We’re playing this?”
Nykyrian nodded. “I need to speak with you, privately.”
Every instinct he had went on high alert. “We’re not friends.”
They weren’t even friendly.
Nykyrian smirked. “Right now, we are. Follow me.”
Jinx wasn’t sure about that. Following another assassin into a private area usually ended up with one of them having a bad day . . .
And the other one dead.
But his curiosity was riding him with spurs.
So, he followed him . . . with one hand on his blaster and the other on his knife.
Just in case.
“You do know that I outrank you, Quiakides.”
The half-Andarion scoffed, which really didn’t improve his mood or alleviate his suspicions.
Damn, Sav was right. They were the same height. Even had matching white hair.
But Nykyrian had Andarion fangs and because he was so much younger, his build was much leaner.
And he showed no signs of stopping any time soon.
“Are you planning to walk me to the other side of the planet?”
Nykyrian sighed heavily. “I want us out of monitoring range.”
He understood that.
Yet when the kid tried to pull him into a storage room, he stood back. “What are you doing?”
Nykyrian held his hands out. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
