Gameboard of the Gods (Age of X, #1)(109)

In a heartbeat, she made her decision—an ironic one, considering she’d just rejected Lucian. But she needed a simpler man now, one who didn’t travel with reporters in tow and could help her with this physical restlessness in as simple a way as possible.

“Call Giles Whitetree,” she told the screen.

He answered quickly, looking pleasantly surprised to see her face. “Koskinen.”

Whitetree had been on her mind since she’d seen him at the senate. He was a Scarlet too, one of the nicest guys in her cohort. Little stressed him out, and he didn’t kiss and tell. His liaisons sometimes did, and what they told was always favorable.

“What are you doing tonight?” she asked.

“About to head over to some Celadon’s place across town. Rumor has it he got some ree.”

“You want to come over here instead?”

Whitetree paused and gave her a considering look, perfectly understanding the subtext. “Have you moved?”

“Nope.”

“I’ll be there in fifteen.”

They disconnected, and Mae wondered if she should make it easy on him by changing into a robe. Her implant would encourage her body to increase the chemicals of lust, just as it did those of battle. That surge in sex hormones sent women to heart-racing levels of arousal—men into blind frenzies. Normal male sex drives had a tendency to be stronger in general. Paired with an implant, those sex drives could grow out of control. However he was traveling here, Whitetree had fifteen minutes to think about sex, which was an eternity for the implant’s effects to keep building and building. Pr?torians took nonpr?torian lovers often, but it could sometimes be difficult for civilian women who weren’t prepared for that roughness. Although it was rare, pr?torian men occasionally found themselves accused of rape.

“Look at you, courted by politicians and warriors alike.”

Mae immediately turned toward the voice that had come from the dark hall leading to her bedroom. Her guns were on the kitchen counter, and she couldn’t risk exposing herself to retrieve them. She picked up the first weapon she could find: a heavy stone bowl she’d brought back from a mission in Asia.

Emil, the man from the Br?dern, materialized from the darkness. At least he wasn’t armed again, but that didn’t rule out a threat, especially seeing as he’d broken into her home. “How the hell did you get in here?” she demanded.

“I get where I need to go,” he said mildly. There was such an irritating casualness about him that Mae half expected him to go help himself to something in the refrigerator. “And it’s hard to find you in one place these days.”

She kept her grip on the bowl. “Really? And here I thought your group’s influence reached everywhere.”

“No, though it goes far. Did you get the hair examined?” Now that he was in better lighting, she couldn’t detect a trace of Cain on him.

“Yes,” she said reluctantly.

“And?”

“And it could still be a ploy. You could’ve gotten it from my aunt, and it’d have the same match.”

“That’s a lot of effort for one ploy.”

“Ploys generally work that way, especially if you really do want some enterprising pr?torian to join up with you. You want to convince me? Give me an address and location. Or doesn’t your reach go there either?” While she spoke, Mae’s mind was racing, figuring out the best way to subdue this guy. If she’d had her ego within reach, she might have managed a covert call to the authorities. As it was, he couldn’t be that hard for her to take out herself, so long as he didn’t have a gun concealed somewhere. Even organized criminal groups had difficulty obtaining guns in the RUNA, but they were more likely to have them than average civilians.

“It’s hard for anyone to reach into Arcadia,” he said. “We lost track of her shortly after the picture was taken, but we can help you get to her—if you help us and take your rightful place.”

Mae didn’t hear anything past one key word. Arcadia. “You’re lying. They wouldn’t have sent her there.”

“Wouldn’t they?” Emil asked, meeting her eyes levelly.

Yes, she thought bleakly, they might very well have done that. “What do you want from me?”

“What we’ve always wanted: you to take your rightful place in the group you were born into and step up now that we need you.”

“Step up how?” She didn’t want to negotiate with these people, but it had suddenly become impossible to shake the image of that small girl in the desolate reaches of the RUNA’s tyrannical neighbor.

“By doing what you do best. We need you to kill someone.”

“Oh, is that all?”

He frowned, momentarily caught up in his own thoughts. “You kept company with the servant of another goddess this weekend, one our mistress doesn’t like. You need to eliminate her.”

“I don’t ‘need’ to do anything,” snapped Mae, trying to hide her shock at the reference to Callista. How did they even know about her? “And I’m not an assassin for hire.”

He shot her a wry look. “Really? Then why do you collect a government paycheck? Don’t be stupid about this. It’s your last chance to embrace your destiny…otherwise, you’ll face the consequences.”