Ghost of Red Spayde
"And you want to kill her?"
She swiped across the holotable, revealing an image of Alyssa Kydd."Convert her," Zori said, voice low. "If she survives. I want her begging to know what she could be… if she stops fighting. And now she's brought along someone new."
"I don't know whether to kill this one outright… or carve her apart and rebuild her into something that obeys. She has that... smuggler's grin. Makes me want to slit her throat or kiss her mouth."
"I'll have wine waiting."
"You'll see, my flame," Zori whispered, resting her head on her fist. "You were never meant to rule alone. You're meant to kneel beside me."
"This is… not spice smuggler-level weird. This is ancient-Force-worship weird."
"Maybe it wasn't built under the Veil. Maybe the Veil was built over it. You inherited the land. Your business, your success — all orbiting something someone wanted you to protect."
The holocron flickered."What does it want?" Sommer asked.
From above, the Veil's music could still faintly be heard. But down here…"We already did."
"They opened it," she murmured. "The cradle breathes again."
"The circle cracks, Zori. The seal was not yours to protect. It was hers to break."