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She put her crushed heart aside and donned a black dress. She came alone, unarmed, still wearing her veil, and Carvanna retainers parted to let her pass. A single soldier led her to the pavilion on the hill. A huge blocky building, it served as the training hall for Carvanna kinsmen for over a century. She walked inside alone and stood at the battle line drawn on the floor.
Celino was in the middle of the floor, a knife in his hand. His torso and feet were bare and he wore only the wide dark practice pants. The lights were off. Shutters shielded the windows, permitting only the narrow rays of sunset that made a grate of light and shadow on the floor. He moved through it, silent, quick, strong like a predatory cat. His knife flashed, rending invisible opponents.
She watched him a minute, crossed the battle line, and stepped into his path. He moved toward her, a dervish of spinning kicks and knife strikes. He didn’t look capable of stopping, but she knew better and stood her ground until his knife halted an inch from her throat.
He looked at her with cold eyes. “You’ve wasted your time.”
“I came to convince you to marry me.”
He sighed, his sweat-slicked chest rising. “I know. It’s not your fault. It’s not my fault either. But they chained me with this engagement and I can’t live my life on a chain. For six years I did nothing but work. I ate, lived, and breathed numbers. I gave up on the pleasant diversions a man of my age should enjoy. I did it because I wanted to be free. A week ago my contribution to the family exceeded profit generated by Galdes.”
“So you delivered an ultimatum: your freedom or your absence.”
“In essence, yes. I promised them prosperity if they followed my wishes or my excision if they didn’t. It’s business. I simply outbid your family. I’m worth more to my kin than this alliance.”
“I understand your desire for freedom. But please understand my point. By marrying me you would—”
He waved his hand. “Don’t you have any dignity? I have worked for half a decade to escape you. Do you really think you can change my mind by begging? If you were beautiful, perhaps I would consider it for a moment. I’ve seen you without your veil and you can’t even offer me that. But even if you were golden, even if you were the most elegant and refined being on the planet, I would push you aside. I value freedom more.”
“Celino!” She needed him to listen, damn it.
“A bit of advice—take off that ridiculous rag.” He headed out the door. She rushed after him but he had vanished into the night. Her sixteen-year-old heart lay broken on the floor.
She wrote him several letters, both through the feed and, when he deleted those unread, on actual paper. Her pleas had gone unanswered.
Her god rebelled against his worshipper and he had no mercy to spare.
It happened just as she calculated. Although her engagement was technically broken, until Celino married she remained off limits to kinsmen. First, she had been groomed for another man. Second, Celino might have changed his mind and decided to marry her and no kinsman wanted to offend New Delphi’s newest financial shark. Had her family enjoyed greater influence, she could’ve found a husband, but none of the smaller families dared to take a chance, knowing the Galdes clan lacked resources to shield them from Celino’s wrath. By twenty, having watched an endless stream of leggy blondes pass in and out of Celino’s public life, Meli realized that Celino would never marry. He enjoyed his freedom too much. He had turned her into an old maid.
Meli refused to remain a liability. After all she was a melder. She channeled her frustration into the lethal kiss of the ene-ribbon. After her mother’s death, she excised herself from the family, developing a separate life so she could be their silent blade. Over a decade she had killed many to protect her family, always in self-defense and always after a careful study. She had two liaisons, but they were brief and failed to repair her.
Meanwhile, Celino outgrew godhood and became a titan. The Carvannas prospered and grew under his leadership, while the Galdes stagnated.
Now they wanted her to assassinate the man who had doomed her. A man she knew intimately well.
A man whose eyes made her heart skip a beat, despite his unintended cruelty, despite the years, despite the gulf between them and her deep, logical desire to feel nothing for him.
Meli rose. The next few days would prove infinitely fascinating.
***
Celino awoke early. He lay in bed, staring at the ceiling above him. Around him the bedroom was luxuriously silent.
He dreamt of the woman in the red dress. He dreamt of her ripe golden body in his bed and of dripping honey onto her plump ni**les and then slowly licking it off while she laughed. He awoke hard like a rock.
It was a ridiculous adolescent fantasy.
“Romuld. Audio only.”
The huge screen on the wall ignited with pale blue. “Sir?” Romuld said softly.
“The woman?”
“The lab lifted two partials from the knife. No match in the aerial database.”
So either she didn’t own a vehicle, or it wasn’t registered.
“The scan showed no implants or Class C or above modifications.”
She wasn’t a fighter. He already knew that.
“The owner of the shop reported that she stops by occasionally, never more often than twice a month, rents a stove, and bakes pastries. He says it’s highly unlikely she will return within the next week or two.”
“What did she bake the last time?”
“Apple pie.”
Celino cut off the transmission.
And so she breezed into his life and slipped away again. Perhaps she thought she would never see him again. She was wrong. He wanted her and when he wanted something, he always got it.
A woman like her, a lovely, earthy, provincial woman like her, where would she go in New Delphi?
“Naria. Audio only.”
A moment passed and then his sister’s voice filled the room. “Celino?”
“Where do you shop when you come to the city?”
“Well, good morning to you too!” A child’s laughter rang through transmission. “Where do I shop? Let’s see…”
He patiently listened to the long list of children’s clothing stores and designer boutiques. Wrong Carvanna. “What about Aunt Rene?”
“Rynok Market. She loves that place.”
“Thank you.”
He ended transmission and called up Romuld. “Rynok Market. Find the woman.”
***
The presentation of the site manager dragged on. Celino had caught the gist of it within the first five minutes—the site fell behind schedule and it was the fault of the crew, the supplier, the weather, and cosmic gods. The site manager was completely innocent of any wrongdoing and bore no responsibility for anything whatsoever. Celino intended to fire him after his speech, but he permitted the man to state his case.
