She was waiting for him as he came out of his bedroom, leaning against the wall, her arms folded. He considered her and waved an arm back toward his room. “You want to talk in there?” She gave him a look and led him to the empty commons. The rest of the supposed farmers, that is, the security team, had already eaten and were off working the rock. She waited until they were seated and then said mildly, “What exactly are your intentions toward my sister?” He raised an eyebrow, questioning her right to even ask. She shrugged, realizing his intent. “Our father is dead. Somebody has to look out for her.” “Are you asking me if I’ll marry her?” Xera exhaled forcefully. “I already know you will. I’ve grilled Zsak and I know about the betting pool. You’ll ask.” “You don’t like it.” Xera shrugged. “My sister’s getting older, has her future established in The Spark. She wants to get married and may think you’re the best she’ll get. Whether it’s true or not…Well, I’d hate for her to settle.”
