Huwin had tried to kill him almost every day since the sick son-of-a-bitch had adopted him.
If there was one thing Nykyrian understood, it was survival. What he didn’t comprehend was kindness.
Mercy.
“I still don’t know why he saved her.”
Syn snorted. “I guess the same reason I saved you. We’re all fucking idiots with a death wish.”
Maybe.
“So,” Syn continued, “Do I tell Jedi where to find Shadowborne?”
“No. I have a feeling he’ll find them . . . if he wants to. Otherwise, he’s in enough shit. I don’t want to endanger him for something as trivial as gratitude.”
“Gratitude isn’t trivial.”
“Maybe, but it’s not worth getting him killed to express it. Kind of defeats the purpose.”
Syn laughed. “That’s true and I have to say that you assholes have one fucked up life.”
Nykyrian couldn’t agree more. And as he saw another officer approaching, he tensed. “Gotta go.” He cut the transmission and quickly hid his link.
If he was caught with an unauthorized device of any sort, they’d execute him. And while he was damn good at fighting, this assassin not only outranked him . . .
He was a full-blooded Andarion.
Being a half-blood, he was well-aware of their strength and abilities.
That was without League training.
While Nykyrian might be damn good, they were usually better. And he was a lot younger than the male approaching him.
So, he respectfully saluted. “Sir!”
“At ease.”
Nykyrian removed his sunglasses and quickly stood with his feet apart and his hands clasped behind his back.
“Do you know me?” the Andarion asked.
“No, sir.”
Since he continued to wear his sunglasses, Nykyrian had no way to read him. Not that it would have mattered. They were all well-schooled on how to keep all emotions concealed.
It was also why only lower ranking assassins had to remove their sunglasses in the presence of their senior ranks. Which had always pissed him off as it gave their higher officers a handy excuse if they wanted to attack anyone below their station for no reason.
I was disrespected by his expression. Or, they rolled their eyes.
Though they really didn’t have to list a reason as any higher up could assault them at random without any punishment.
The only thing that saved them was, if an upper assassin began shit, they were free to fight back.
And if they killed them, it was an automatic promotion. That alone kept most seniors from attacking the lower ranks they saw as competition.
So, when the Andarion removed his sunglasses, it shocked Nykyrian.
“Name’s Savage.”
