“Nice,” was all Silas said after giving the interior of my frigate the once-over. We both knew that nice meant, “What a shithole you got here.” He didn’t waste time after that. “I want to see Reya.”
“Sure. She’s in a passenger pod just forward on the main deck.” I pointed in the general direction on the ceiling.
“After you,” he said, waving me forward. “You have the advantage here. Your ship. Places to hide weapons and spring an attack. You’ll have to forgive me not wanting to be jumped from behind.”
I made like it didn’t matter to me who went first and headed toward the stairs. I kept my eyes on him, looking down as I climbed upward. I walked the short distance in the narrow passageway, slightly turned in his direction the whole time. When we entered the chamber with Reya, I moved to stand against the far wall.
I watched as he meticulously checked her vitals. I started forward when he adjusted two of the settings. He held his hand up for me to be silent or stay where I was, I didn’t know which. I wasn’t ready to attack and there was no sane reason for him to risk his safety coming on board, if all he wanted was to hurt her. He could have done from the safety of his ship.