“We have one source of intelligence we have not tapped,” Kira said when Ayla let her speak once more. She was breathless from the extended kiss, and there was a certain pink flush over her cheeks and the bridge of her nose, but she was still mentally focused on the task at hand. “Nive. We should interrogate her.”
Ayla shook her head, blonde strands flowing loosely. “That seems…”
“This is war, Ayla,” Kira interrupted. “You wanted war and that makes Nive a prisoner. She should be thoroughly interrogated so we can be certain that there will be no surprises.