Melissa approached with a haughty stride, claiming a spot on the other side of the window. “Admiral,” she said in Haloren. “I wanted to say-”
The ziarogat stepped in front of her, silver eyes locked on her and trying to drill holes in her skull. Suddenly, her heart was pounding. Did the cyborg know what she was? Could it sense Justice Keepers somehow? Maybe she should-
Without explanation, the ziarogat stepped aside.
Admiral Ethran traced one finger over the window pane. “Do forgive my security, Lady Melani,” she said with a slight drawl. “In my line of work, one can never be too careful.”
Her aide, a short man with olive skin and black hair, translated her words into Haloren. He needn’t have bothered, but the question of how Lady Melani had learned to speak Vanasku would raise far too
