“Not two suits,” Kiro corrected. He kept his gaze on Meira’s face, drawing from her the strength to correct his father. “Three.” Her gray eyes widened with shock, and his father swelled with fury. Still, he kept himself fixed on Meira. “I don’t want you behind me any longer,” he said quietly. “I need you by my side.” “I will not fail you again,” she swore. She thought he was giving her the means to serve him better. It was the opposite; he was trying, for once, to serve her. “You’ve never failed me,” he said.
