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Nykyrian had to stifle his disbelieving snort. "We're professionals. Kiara is safer with us than she would ever be with you," he replied calmly.
Tiarun narrowed his eyes in a way that made Nykyrian want to growl in response. "She'd
better be. I intend to keep in constant contact." Tiarun pulled Kiara back into his arms, giving her a tight hug. "I hate to leave, but I need to get back to the base and deal with the reporters and paperwork over what happened tonight. If you need me. call."
"I will," she promised, kissing his cheek.
"I'll check on you when I get home."
"Okay." Reluctantly, she closed the door behind him.
Kiara frowned at the mocking expression on Rachol's face as he walked to Nykyrian.
"Parental worries? Yuck!" Rachol shuddered.
Nykyrian shoved his shoulder. "Don't mock."
"Come on, Kip. Doesn't it give you the boowahs?"
Kiara stared at Rachol, curious about his words, angered over the way he acted about her
father's concern. "Don't your parents ever worry over either of you?" she asked acidly.
"What parents?" Rachol returned.
A ripple of shock went through Kiara. "Are they dead?"
"Careful," Nykyrian said, returning to the kitchen. "You might not want an answer."
Frowning, she tried to understand his cryptic response. "What do you mean?"
"Kip wasn't born, he was spawned." Rachol smiled.
Now she was completely confused. "Who's Kip?"
Rachol indicated Nykyrian with his thumb.
"You were a tubey?"
Nykyrian glanced up from his dinner preparations. "Rachol has a brain disorder that
causes him to lie most of the time. Ignore him."
So Nykyrian wasn't a test-tube baby. This really didn't make a bit of sense. "But neither of you has parents?"
Nykyrian grimaced. "We're orphans."
"That's what I asked to begin with," Kiara said, watching Rachol take a seat on one of her stools.
They ignored her agitated voice.
"Are you staying for dinner?" Nykyrian asked, handing Rachol a glass of spara juice.
"Do you mind?" Rachol asked Kiara.
"No," she said, surprised by the honesty of the statement.
For some reason, she liked Rachol despite his unorthodox looks. His dark brown hair was
pulled back into a short ponytail. His brown eyes were ringed in black eye-liner, giving
him the look of a feral hunting beast. Two silver hoops hung from his left earlobe.
He was definitely not the type of man who attracted her, but she had to admit, he was
oddly handsome.
Kiara shifted her gaze to Nykyrian as he talked with Rachol. He seemed far more at ease
with Rachol than he had with his other two friends.
As Rachol made another joke, she realized Nykyrian never smiled or laughed. She
couldn't remember ever seeing him do either. For some reason, she wanted to see his lips
curl up and hear his laugh.
What could take away someone's laughter?
Her chest tightened as she considered the life he must have lived. No parents, no laughter,
a League Assassin. In truth, it was a miracle he was still alive.
She wanted to solve the enigma before her.
Nykyrian might not be interested in her, but she had a deep curiosity about him. And she
had never been one to leave a mystery unsolved. Kiara promised herself in the coming
days, she would delve into his mind and find out what there was underneath those glasses
and his distant manner.
Four
Kiara was talking to her father over the telelink when Rachol took his leave. Nykyrian
listened to her soft voice drifting from her room. The silken, dulcet tone pierced him.
Forcing his mind to business as he had promised himself, he retrieved his portable
computer terminal from the bag Hauk had left for him on the floor.
Nykyrian took a seat on the couch and unzipped the terminal. Kiara's laugh rippled,
causing a bittersweet pain to twist his stomach. He clenched his fists and ran through the
litany his adoptive father had forced him to recite while growing up— He was a warrior,
a killer. He didn't need anyone. He was stronger
Nykyrian had to stifle his disbelieving snort. "We're professionals. Kiara is safer with us than she would ever be with you," he replied calmly.
Tiarun narrowed his eyes in a way that made Nykyrian want to growl in response. "She'd
better be. I intend to keep in constant contact." Tiarun pulled Kiara back into his arms, giving her a tight hug. "I hate to leave, but I need to get back to the base and deal with the reporters and paperwork over what happened tonight. If you need me. call."
"I will," she promised, kissing his cheek.
"I'll check on you when I get home."
"Okay." Reluctantly, she closed the door behind him.
Kiara frowned at the mocking expression on Rachol's face as he walked to Nykyrian.
"Parental worries? Yuck!" Rachol shuddered.
Nykyrian shoved his shoulder. "Don't mock."
"Come on, Kip. Doesn't it give you the boowahs?"
Kiara stared at Rachol, curious about his words, angered over the way he acted about her
father's concern. "Don't your parents ever worry over either of you?" she asked acidly.
"What parents?" Rachol returned.
A ripple of shock went through Kiara. "Are they dead?"
"Careful," Nykyrian said, returning to the kitchen. "You might not want an answer."
Frowning, she tried to understand his cryptic response. "What do you mean?"
"Kip wasn't born, he was spawned." Rachol smiled.
Now she was completely confused. "Who's Kip?"
Rachol indicated Nykyrian with his thumb.
"You were a tubey?"
Nykyrian glanced up from his dinner preparations. "Rachol has a brain disorder that
causes him to lie most of the time. Ignore him."
So Nykyrian wasn't a test-tube baby. This really didn't make a bit of sense. "But neither of you has parents?"
Nykyrian grimaced. "We're orphans."
"That's what I asked to begin with," Kiara said, watching Rachol take a seat on one of her stools.
They ignored her agitated voice.
"Are you staying for dinner?" Nykyrian asked, handing Rachol a glass of spara juice.
"Do you mind?" Rachol asked Kiara.
"No," she said, surprised by the honesty of the statement.
For some reason, she liked Rachol despite his unorthodox looks. His dark brown hair was
pulled back into a short ponytail. His brown eyes were ringed in black eye-liner, giving
him the look of a feral hunting beast. Two silver hoops hung from his left earlobe.
He was definitely not the type of man who attracted her, but she had to admit, he was
oddly handsome.
Kiara shifted her gaze to Nykyrian as he talked with Rachol. He seemed far more at ease
with Rachol than he had with his other two friends.
As Rachol made another joke, she realized Nykyrian never smiled or laughed. She
couldn't remember ever seeing him do either. For some reason, she wanted to see his lips
curl up and hear his laugh.
What could take away someone's laughter?
Her chest tightened as she considered the life he must have lived. No parents, no laughter,
a League Assassin. In truth, it was a miracle he was still alive.
She wanted to solve the enigma before her.
Nykyrian might not be interested in her, but she had a deep curiosity about him. And she
had never been one to leave a mystery unsolved. Kiara promised herself in the coming
days, she would delve into his mind and find out what there was underneath those glasses
and his distant manner.
Four
Kiara was talking to her father over the telelink when Rachol took his leave. Nykyrian
listened to her soft voice drifting from her room. The silken, dulcet tone pierced him.
Forcing his mind to business as he had promised himself, he retrieved his portable
computer terminal from the bag Hauk had left for him on the floor.
Nykyrian took a seat on the couch and unzipped the terminal. Kiara's laugh rippled,
causing a bittersweet pain to twist his stomach. He clenched his fists and ran through the
litany his adoptive father had forced him to recite while growing up— He was a warrior,
a killer. He didn't need anyone. He was stronger
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