“Thank the Saints you weren’t there,” she answered, voice muffled against his chest. She hadn’t given a second thought to her own safety. Obviously whoever had done this had wanted the Lantsov dynasty to end. They were the targets, not her.
Her head rose so she could look at him. “What can I do?” She couldn’t imagine, not having had parents that she could remember. But she would do whatever she could to help him when he needed support the most.
Eyes drifted to General Kirigan, still standing there politely. “What can we do?” He had been her commander for as long as she could remember. He had to know what the next steps should be.