changed his mind and decided to marry her and no kinsman wanted to offend New Delphiâs newest financial shark. Had her family enjoyed greater influence, she couldâve found a husband, but none of the smaller families dared to take a chance, knowing the Galdes clan lacked resources to shield them from Celinoâs wrath. By twenty, having watched an endless stream of leggy blondes pass in and out of Celinoâs 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 motherâs 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.
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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 nipples and then slowly licking it off while she laughed. He awoke hard like a rock.
It was a ridiculous adolescent fantasy.
âRomuld. Audio only.â
The huge screen on the wall ignited with pale blue. âSir?â Romuld said softly.
âThe woman?â
âThe lab lifted two partials from the knife. No match in the aerial database.â
So either she didnât own a vehicle, or it wasnât registered.
âThe scan showed no implants or Class C or above modifications.â
She wasnât a fighter. He already knew that.
âThe 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 itâs highly unlikely she will return within the next week or two.â
âWhat did she bake the last time?â
âApple pie.â
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?
âNaria. Audio only.â
A moment passed and then his sisterâs voice filled the room. âCelino?â
âWhere do you shop when you come to the city?â
âWell, good morning to you too!â A childâs laughter rang through transmission. âWhere do I shop? Letâs seeâ¦â
He patiently listened to the long list of childrenâs clothing stores and designer boutiques. Wrong Carvanna. âWhat about Aunt Rene?â
âRynok Market. She loves that place.â
âThank you.â
He ended transmission and called up Romuld. âRynok Market. Find the woman.â
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The presentation of the site manager dragged on. Celino had caught the gist of it within the first five minutesâthe 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.
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