GhostWalkers 10 - Samurai Game

one young and inexperienced.
    “You snuck past me, didn’t you?” Ian accused. “I knew I hadn’t gone to sleep.”
    Sam understood what Ian was doing: giving Ryland time to assimilate the danger to his son and come to terms with it. He deliberately drew attention away from their leader.
    “Many times, as a matter of fact,” Azami said, willing to sacrifice herself so that Ryland could take a moment to recover and hold his child close. “I tweaked your chin once.”
    Ian rubbed his chin, glaring at her. “You did. I felt it. A draft hit me and it felt like someone pulled a hair from my chin.”
    “It was red and I couldn’t resist. You really need to shave,” Azami pointed out. “What’s with that little red fuzz on your chin anyway? Is it some sort of statement I don’t understand?”
    “Statement?” Ian flared, stroking the tiny little red vee on his chin. “This is manly, woman. Don’t you know that?”
    Azami gave a slight bow, lowering her lashes and chin demurely, but not before Sam caught the sparkle in her eyes. “Forgive me, Ian, I did not know a man of your stature needed fuzz to be manly. I can only plead ignorance of this custom.”
    The men snickered and nudged Ian, Tucker reaching out to touch the red fuzz. Ian punched his arm away.
    “Tucker,” Ryland said, his voice once more commanding. “Take Daniel to his mother. Make certain she understands the danger. We’ll figure out how best to help my son comprehend the danger he’s facing. Please give her that reassurance.”
Stay with her at all times. Be ready. If Azami can slip past our guards, it’s possible her brothers can as well.
He added the command telepathically, uncaring if his guest felt the surge of energy accompanying the psychic gift. Aloud he continued. “We’ll be in the war room. I think Ms. Yoshiie has a little explaining to do before we go any further.”
    Tucker nodded in understanding. He took the boy into his arms, looking larger than ever with such a small toddler clinging to him.
    Sam had known it was coming, but he still had hoped for a little more time to cement his relationship with Azami. He didn’t want her taking offense to the grilling Ryland was certain to give her. Ryland wasn’t privy to her mind. He couldn’t know she wasn’t a threat to Daniel or their team. He would have to find reassurance his own way.
    Sam glanced at Azami. She was impossible to fathom, her expression as serene as ever, and that could either mean she’d been expecting Ryland’s interrogation after her revelation, or that she was fully prepared to fight her way out of the compound.
    “Ms. Yoshiie.” Ryland gestured toward the door after handing off his son to Tucker. “After you.”
    Again her lashes fluttered, two crescent-shaped fans, feathery and beautiful, hiding her expression and making her appear fragile and feminine when Sam knew she was madeof steel. Sam took a step after her and Ryland shook his head.
    “Not you, Sam. You stay here.”
    It was a clear command. Sam was a soldier first and foremost and he’d never disobeyed an order from Ryland in his life. Every muscle in his body tightened. Ryland turned on his heel to follow Azami out, but Sam used his speed to cut him off. The effect on his body robbed him of breath, but it didn’t matter. If Azami was facing a firing squad so to speak, she wasn’t doing it alone.
    “With all due respect, sir, I can’t do that.”
    The room went silent. Everyone turned to stare at him. He didn’t take his eyes from Ryland’s.
    “That wasn’t a request, soldier,” Ryland said.
    “I’m aware of that, sir, but in this instance, I feel I have no choice but to attend this meeting and request that you rescind that order.”
    “And if I don’t, you intend to disobey?”
    Before Sam could answer, Ryland stepped close to him, nearly nose to nose. Sam didn’t give ground. They stared at one another a long time in silence.
    Tell me what she is to you.
    She’s my Lily. I believe in her, Rye.
Sam answered his friend and commander the only way he knew how—honestly.
She’s one of us whether she admits it or not. I’ve been in her head, and she could never hide a threat to us from me. She isn’t here for Daniel.
    Ryland continued to stare at him a few minutes longer before he nodded his head and spun around to stalk out of the room.
    “Are you crazy?” Ian hissed. “You’re lucky you’re wounded. Has anyone
ever
disobeyed an order?”
    “He understands I have