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"You had enough funds to buy a transporter," Myles stated icily.
"We needed to find a way to support ourselves," I defended Nathan's actions.
"Hmm," Myles pushed himself away from the wall and took two steps forward. I didn't dare take my eyes off him, but I noticed Nathan moving back.
"Besides quanip and graff, what else did you sell them?"
Myles stopped in front of me, put his knuckles under my chin and lifted it up.
"Nothing, I swear," Nathan cried, "Please, leave my sister out of this. She had nothing to do with it. This was all my decision."
"Nathan no," I cried, swiveling away from Myles's fingers that elicited a strange warm feeling on my skin to grab my brother. "We're in this together," I reminded him.
"No, if somebody is to be punished, it's me," Nathan pressed out, sticking his chin forward. "It was my decision to trade with the Chrymphten."
"Hmm, was it now?" Myles stalked the two of us, his hand fell to the hilt of his sword and I could almost feel its warm metal against my throat before he would cut it.
"You are very protective of your sister." Myles observed mildly. "I wonder," he took hold of my elbow and pulled me toward him, "what you would do to protect her."
"Anything," Nathan pressed out.
"Well, that makes things more… interesting," Myles's voice was still hard, but he let go of me and paced the great hall, deep in thought.
Nathan and I gravitated toward each other, our hands intertwined. At least we were together in this.
"What did the Chrymphten want to know?" Myles finally asked, turning back to us.
"Where… where our atmospheric defenders are…" Nathan stuttered, before he pushed out, almost in one word, "I swear I didn't tell them anything."
"Yet," Myles's voice was hard and any pretense of being cool about this left his posture and expression, which turned just as hard as his voice.
"You do know treason is punishable by death?"
"Yes, my lord," Nathan lowered his head and a tremble moved through his body, so hard, I felt it all the way into his hand.
"Here is what we will do," Myles ordered. "When are you supposed to meet with them?"
"Next week," Nathan answered weakly.
"You will meet with them. I will give you a plan of our atmospheric defenders that you will hand over to them."
"Yes, Vissigroth," Nathan sounded all too eager to do anything.
"In the meantime," Myles returned to my side and wound his hand into my hair, "I will keep your sister with me, close by, to ensure you won't do anything… stupid."
"Please don't hurt her," Nathan begged.
"I would never hurt a seffy," Myles assured him.
"But I will hand her over to the sirens, if you fail me." He warned.
My knees shook, everybody knew that sirens despised humans, especially female humans. Drowning would be a more merciful death than anything the sirens would come up with.
"Please," Nathan reiterated, "don't hurt her."
"This is all up to you," Myles regarded Nathan. "You will hear from me."
And to me, "Come," not giving me a choice but starting to move and not relinquishing my hair. I threw a pensive, pleading glance at Nathan, who stood in the middle of the great hall, looking forlorn and frightened.
