Fine, he gritted out between his teeth.
A commanding, statuesque girl with hair like lightning saunters up to my side. You must be General Naik. I’m Tinley, Chief Naresh’s daughter.You let Kali fly away on your falcon, I say.
Kalinda asked me to tell you she’s sorry she didn’t say good-bye. I told her an apology wouldn’t appease you.Her honesty robs most of my annoyance. You’re right. It doesn’t.Is that the Lestarian Navy? Tinley asks, then sniffs, unimpressed. A little late, aren’t they?
They did their best.I’m sure, she says dryly. My father has a fleet of airships piloted by Galers, not unlike the navy you see there. Only our fleet doesn’t have to squeeze down a waterway to get where we need.
I do not respond to her blunt arrogance. Her opinion of the navy is moot, considering the Paljorian air fleet opted not to ally with us at all. I wander nearer to the contorted gate and step over a crack, all that remains of the crevice the warlord made.
Tinley keeps pace with me. If you intend to help the kindred, I suggest you leave for Samiya right away.Late hours and stress. You sound like me.
Avery kicked her feet up on her coffee table and drank from her bottled water. Who would have guessed? She considered telling him about Sheldon but decided to hold off. She’d been keyed up about the man all day and needed time to sort out how to handle him.I have back-to-back inspections all week, and my second crew is starting a job in Santa Monica.
More work than you can handle?No. I probably need to hire a couple more guys and tell my secretary to increase the payroll.