Kyler's Justice (Assassins of Gravas Book 3) by N.J. Walters

Author:N.J. Walters [Walters, N.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Published: 2021-02-15T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

What will she do?

Kyler leaned back in his newly-repaired chair on the control deck of his ship and listened to the entire conversation. The listening device he’d placed in the kitchen had done its job well. Leaving the computer to continue recording, he replayed the conversation again and again, considering and absorbing every nuance.

Sometimes the tiniest details made a huge difference.

It was curious that Helldrick was the one to point out the Gravasian weapons to his son. How had he known they were Gravasian? Or had he simply noticed they were different and decided they were worth taking? Either way, there would have been risks involved, but Helldrick had passed it off to his son. What kind of father did that?

Of course, some would question his own father for allowing his son to become an assassin. But his life was about honor and sacrifice and serving a higher good. Something the morally bankrupt Helldrick and Balthazar could never understand.

And he’d threatened Etta and the girls.

Kyler looked down at the blades in his hands. He had no memory of drawing them. They danced across his fingers, beautiful instruments of death.

He’d only met Maggs and Sera once but was already protective of them. They were innocent and sweet—two things sorely missing from his life.

Then there was Etta. He understood her motives better now. The world had always existed in shades of black and white. He’d never questioned his principles or ideals … until Etta.

She was caught in a deadly struggle between greed and power on one side and honor and Gravasian justice on the other. But what was justice?

She was guilty of drugging the king’s son. Freely admitted it. But her motives had been pure. The king would have done anything to protect his son, and he was a grown man. Etta was protecting children. She’d had no one else to turn to for help.

He spun around in his chair and flung both blades. They shot straight and true, slamming into separate targets that were set up around the command center. The handles vibrated before finally settling.

What will she do? The question echoed in his mind. She wasn’t alone this time. But did she know that? Given the way he’d left things, it was more likely she considered him an enemy.

Leaning forward in his chair, he manually switched to the feed of the devices he’d planted in the apartment. Specifically, the tiny camera he’d risked in the main living area. As promised, a very large male with reddish skin paced the small room, casting glares toward the hallway. Barskans were loyal, but that loyalty was bought and paid for. Kyler memorized every feature of the male. He was a dead man. If he worked with Balthazar, he’d been a part of whatever happened to the king’s son.

He sent off a picture to the Gravasian high command, along with the information he had. If Kyler was unable to execute his mission, another assassin would come for the Barskan.

He toggled over to the device he’d planted in the girl’s room—this one audio only.

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