behind the door where Gage was clearly trying to get back inside. She wanted to go back and tell him to stop, to go to Tanner’s without her and let Thrayke know she was sorry. Kyra wanted him to tell Kronus that she simply couldn’t be what he wanted her to be. However she couldn’t tell him any of those things. There were so many things she hadn’t been able to say to both of her powerful allies, and it hurt her chest just thinking about them, so she pushed them all aside. She wouldn’t explain herself to anyone, and so wandered the house by Tuka’s side in stunned silence at what treacherousness she’d just committed.
Despite her guilt, Kiki was there now, and she wanted answers. She would be strong, confident, and ruthless in her pursuit of knowledge, but also wise when it came to making decisions. Kyra would let her take control for a while, and she hoped with all her heart that it’d been the right decision.
“Tell me what you know about these testing facilities,” Kyra asked Tuka later that night when they were sat together in the dim den, and for a while he did nothing but watch her with apparent interest. “You don’t get to be vague, not after everything I just gave up at your request,” she added, reminding him of what he’d promised on that doorstep.
“I only know the stories I’ve been told, but I’m happy to share them you. I want your intuition and knowledge to help us both find the truth I know we can, if we work together. Will you be what I need? Can I count on you to find and document everything we’ll require if we’re to piece together one mass account of the truth?” She nodded. Kyra wanted that more than anything else.
“That’s all I want,” was her answer.
“Good. Well, we’ve pieced together a few stories so far, and our own experiences led us to the discovery of that mass grave I told you about. Others have slowly come forward, but many are too scared to tell us just how bad it really is out in the slums of the cities we’ve visited. That’s where we need someone like you. Someone caring, enigmatic, and trustworthy. These are the accounts we have so far,” he said, and passed her a notebook half-filled with scraps of paper and a few scribbled entries. “You can be our scribe, Kiki. Fill this and as many other books as you can with the truths as told by the civilians we meet, and I’m positive that once collected, they’ll help us piece together the answers that could potentially help us take down the Thrakorian’s at long last, or at least their government.”
Deep down, she knew she still didn’t want to take Kronus down, but she didn’t say so to Tuka. She had her own agenda, and as hard as it would be to discover the truths hidden in the various stories, Kyra knew she had to, and accepted the notebook from him, as well as the role within his regime. The mission had now become far more personal than she’d ever planned, but for her sanity, she knew she had to see it through.
Chapter Seven
King Kronus finished reading the latest report, shut down his computer, and then walked slowly out into the hallway of his vast mansion, where he began pacing up and down. Every inch of his body was screaming in rage, yet he was purposely poised and calm in his fluid movements, rather than lash out. He had no doubt that if he let himself blow, the home he’d spent almost twenty years refining would be reduced to rubble in the wake of his outburst, so forced himself to stay calm. The mammoth man knew the extent of his strength, and was always careful not to let his rage force his hand. He’d done it before with dire consequences, which was undoubtedly why his relationships with his father and majority of his siblings were so strained—not that many people were aware of that fact.
A passive-aggressive child, Kronus had grown to become a volatile teen, and later an icy giant devoid of all emotion in the hopes that closed-off nature ensured he wouldn’t lash
Despite her guilt, Kiki was there now, and she wanted answers. She would be strong, confident, and ruthless in her pursuit of knowledge, but also wise when it came to making decisions. Kyra would let her take control for a while, and she hoped with all her heart that it’d been the right decision.
“Tell me what you know about these testing facilities,” Kyra asked Tuka later that night when they were sat together in the dim den, and for a while he did nothing but watch her with apparent interest. “You don’t get to be vague, not after everything I just gave up at your request,” she added, reminding him of what he’d promised on that doorstep.
“I only know the stories I’ve been told, but I’m happy to share them you. I want your intuition and knowledge to help us both find the truth I know we can, if we work together. Will you be what I need? Can I count on you to find and document everything we’ll require if we’re to piece together one mass account of the truth?” She nodded. Kyra wanted that more than anything else.
“That’s all I want,” was her answer.
“Good. Well, we’ve pieced together a few stories so far, and our own experiences led us to the discovery of that mass grave I told you about. Others have slowly come forward, but many are too scared to tell us just how bad it really is out in the slums of the cities we’ve visited. That’s where we need someone like you. Someone caring, enigmatic, and trustworthy. These are the accounts we have so far,” he said, and passed her a notebook half-filled with scraps of paper and a few scribbled entries. “You can be our scribe, Kiki. Fill this and as many other books as you can with the truths as told by the civilians we meet, and I’m positive that once collected, they’ll help us piece together the answers that could potentially help us take down the Thrakorian’s at long last, or at least their government.”
Deep down, she knew she still didn’t want to take Kronus down, but she didn’t say so to Tuka. She had her own agenda, and as hard as it would be to discover the truths hidden in the various stories, Kyra knew she had to, and accepted the notebook from him, as well as the role within his regime. The mission had now become far more personal than she’d ever planned, but for her sanity, she knew she had to see it through.
Chapter Seven
King Kronus finished reading the latest report, shut down his computer, and then walked slowly out into the hallway of his vast mansion, where he began pacing up and down. Every inch of his body was screaming in rage, yet he was purposely poised and calm in his fluid movements, rather than lash out. He had no doubt that if he let himself blow, the home he’d spent almost twenty years refining would be reduced to rubble in the wake of his outburst, so forced himself to stay calm. The mammoth man knew the extent of his strength, and was always careful not to let his rage force his hand. He’d done it before with dire consequences, which was undoubtedly why his relationships with his father and majority of his siblings were so strained—not that many people were aware of that fact.
A passive-aggressive child, Kronus had grown to become a volatile teen, and later an icy giant devoid of all emotion in the hopes that closed-off nature ensured he wouldn’t lash
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