right?â
âUm, sure.â Vasili sat beside him and picked up a cookie from the tray.
Ushara took a moment to watch the two of them. Jullien was far kinder with Vasili than anyone else. Though there was still a trace of the regal tiziran in his movements, he was much more approachable.
âSo are you interested in the job?â she asked, turning their conversation back to her offer.
Vasili glanced up with wide eyes. âJob?â
âI offered the tiziran work at the base.â
Jullien hesitated as he ate. Swallowing, he reached for his drink. âI have to be paid in hard notes or cronas. Nothing traceable. Same for housing.â
âUnderstood.â
Vasili blinked with a hopeful expression. âPlease come work for us! Youâll love it there!â
Jullien gave him an adorable grin. âOkay. Iâll try it.â
âGood. Let me tell Gavin to change our course. You two stay out of trouble.â On her way out the door, Ushara didnât miss the sight of Jullien handing the last cookie off to Vasili for him to eat. Even though she knew Jullien was starving, he still gave it to her son who had no idea how ragged the maleâs clothes were. How long the tiziran had gone without anything to eat.
Mystified and touched by Jullienâs unexpected kindness toward her child, she headed for the bridge to tell them.
While she expected some resistance from her cousin, the all-out anger from him was rather unwarranted.
âAre you out of your mind, Shara? Do you know he is?â
âI know.â
âNo, I donât think you do.â Gavin pulled Jullienâs warrant file up on the monitor.
âI already saw it.â
âDid you see this ?â He showed her Jullienâs Andarion criminal court records. And she had to admit, it was quite a lengthy file. âHeâs been in and out of lock-up since he was ten years old. Only reason he hasnât done time is his last name. Apparently, Mummy spent a lot of time pulling strings and dragging his entitled ass out of trouble.â
Ushara scrolled through the charges and Jullienâs old mugshots. She barely recognized the young tiziran as the same grown male in her infirmary. Ignoring the fact that heâd been extremely overweight back then, his face was battered in most of them. Black eyes. Busted nose and lips. Scratches. His skin sallow, and eyes sunken. While he stood with an arrogant pride, the boy in those pictures appeared haunted, soul-weary, and bitterly angry.
And though he apparently had liked to brawl at a very early age, this was not the lethal, wary male whoâd cut through trained killers while wounded to save her son.
As for the arrests ⦠most were for fighting and public intoxication, but the rest were possession, destruction of public property, perjury, breaking-and-entering into government buildings, vandalismâheâd once defaced his grandmotherâs image on the capitol building at Erisâresisting arrest, misuse of public vehicles, indecency, and one charge for urinating on law enforcement equipment. That she could almost respect, depending on the events that had led up to it. âYou know, your juvenile records are worse than this.â
âYeah, but I didnât graduate to murder, treason, espionage, and kidnapping.â
She noticed Gavin made no mention of his own theft charges. But then, they were pirates.
Frowning, she read through the file until she saw the specifics of his current warrant.
Damn. Jullien had aided in the kidnapping of his sister-in-law. That was also part of his treason charge. Heâd murdered a cousin and several Andarion guards while escaping custody. Had given out information on the former queen that had led to her arrest and overthrow so that his mother could take the throne, hence the rest of the treason and espionage charges. Ratted out some cousins named Merrell, Chrisen, and Nyran to the rebels and Sentella,