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If Sinara has any flaws, lack of directness isn’t one of them. “I’m aware of a new threat to us, Sire-to you and,
the House of Kasius-not necessarily to The Kree Watch.”
“What is it?”
“Your father may soon learn of that our relationship is less your able and trusted Lieutenant and more what we truly are
to one another.”
“One of his consorts, loyal to me, informed me just this morning that Falnak intends to make Taryan aware of our union.
I am low-born. You know what that means-I will be killed…”
Kasius finishes the sentence for her: “And I as well, to salve his damaged ego; it must never be known outside of the House
of Kasius…I know my Father; he will not hesitate to erase all who MAY have heard of this ‘blight’ on his precious family name.”
“Command me.”
“For the moment: VILIGANCE. Replace one of the consorts with the human-Simmons, is it?...she is to report nightly on what
machinations may be in process. Make ready in the event that a more...REACTIVE solution is needed.”
A brief nod to indicate her understanding, then leans closer to ask: ”I crave you…is it wise to meet with your Brother on
premises?”
“Tonight. After midnight. If you have chosen well, my Dear Brother will be adequately AND otherwise occupied.”