Kadaj scoffed. “What makes you think that I should trust you?” It’s a give and take situation. The remnant did not trust easily. “I haven’t forgiven your president for that little stunt he pulled before.” Kadaj half snarled, half laughed. Mentally, he shook the image of failure from his head. He wouldn’t allow Mother to escape his grasp a second time—especially at the hands of Turks!

Loose gravel crunched beneath his boots as he neared the Turk. Finally, he was full in view, and he was not a happy camper. “Give me Mother.” He stared her down, letting his frustrations boil deep within the pit of his stomach. Still, he remained temporarily unhurried. He wanted to have fun with this one. It would be her who would end up suffering for her boss’ mistakes.