Assassin's Heart (Assassin's Heart, #1)(7)

I peeked past the curtain to the main room. Off to the right, at a table by herself, sat a woman heavy with child. I closed the curtain. “It’s your sister.”

Val groaned and got to his feet. He glanced out the curtain. “What is she even doing here? She’s going to have that baby any day.”

“Well, pregnant women do have to eat,” I suggested. Not that I had any love for Claudia Da Via. From everything Val had told me, she could be humorless and cruel. Which made it even more shocking, he’d said, when she’d wound up pregnant while unmarried. The pregnancy was fine, any Family would welcome an addition to the fold. But she’d refused to tell anyone who the father was, even when Estella had commanded her, except to say he was another clipper. It had become a bit of a scandal, everyone wondering who the father could be. Val thought it was probably someone from one of the lower families, a Gallo maybe, and that she was too ashamed to admit it.

“Do we wait her out, or sneak away?” I asked.

“If we wait, we’ll be here forever.” Val straightened his vest. “No, I’ll distract her while you leave quietly.”

I slipped back to my original room. Once there I watched through a gap in the curtain for the best time to leave unnoticed.

Val strode over to his sister and stood at her table. She looked up and scowled.

Claudia couldn’t find out I had come here with Val.

Families could never work together, because it would give the allied Families too much power over the others. But clippers almost always married other clippers. The marriage usually bought a generation or two of peace between their Families, a temporary halt to any feuding.

Val leaned closer to Claudia, both hands flat against the table. They spoke, but were too far away for me to hear what was said.

Clipper marriages were always carefully arranged. It would take months to decide which clipper would join which Family and who would pay a dowry. Sometimes a Family would lose money and a member, but these were usually the lower-ranked Families, and giving up so much often meant they gained status, and maybe an increase in rank. Everything was decided between the Family heads.

Of course, sometimes clippers married non-clippers. Rafeo’s wife hadn’t been a clipper, but she had been a cleaner, so she’d known what she was getting into. Cleaners were their own guild. They dealt with the aftermath of our duties, removing and cleaning bodies and notifying families of their loved ones’ demise.

Our mother hadn’t been pleased, since Rafeo’s chosen bride didn’t bring any money or status, but Mother had relented when their marriage produced a son almost immediately.

Through the gap in the curtains, I watched as Val and Claudia argued. She placed a hand on his elbow, and he jerked it away.

“Because Mother and Father aren’t here!” Val snapped, his voice rising above the sound of the other diners. Claudia jerked him closer, whispering harshly.

Time to take my leave.

I stepped past the curtain and strode calmly and confidently to the front door. The only people who gave me a second glance were those of the common who recognized me as a Saldana.

Outside, I walked into an alley across the street. I waited only a few moments before Val found me. Anger flowed through him, visible from the tension in his shoulders and neck.

“What was that about?” I asked.

“Nothing.” He waved his hand, dismissing the fight with Claudia. “It was only stupid Family stuff. I don’t want to talk about it.”

I took his hand and stroked his knuckles. He didn’t have to tell me, but I wanted him to know I was there for him, regardless. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry.”

He sighed and rubbed his face with his palm. “It really was nothing, Lea.”

“Okay. But even if it was something, you know you can tell me, right? I’ll keep your secrets.”

He snorted. “You’re my only secret.”

Behind Val, a man walked across the street. He wore a brown robe and a strange cylindrical hat. He carried a wooden staff with some sort of green gem at the top.

“What is that?” I stared at the man as he slipped into a back door of the restaurant.

Val looked over his shoulder. “What?”

“A strange man just walked into the restaurant.”

He shrugged. “Don’t know. And perhaps we should take all this drama elsewhere?”

All thoughts of the strange man escaped me as my skin flushed.

Val offered me his hand and I placed my palm in his, the tough calluses on his fingers pressing against my own. His hand was warm, and his pulse beat rapidly in his thumb. His lips parted.

My own pulse raced, and we left the alley. We needed to find somewhere more private. I desperately wanted to get him alone.

We stumbled a few streets away and ducked out of sight into an empty garden.

In the shadows, he pushed me against a brick wall, lips crushed against my neck, one hand releasing my hair as his other slid down my bodice to my hip. I held my breath until I was dizzy and had to break away for air before I pulled him back to my lips.

This was what I loved about him. How quickly he could make my heart pound, my breath catch. Being with Val was like the best kind of job, an exciting chase followed by a satisfying capture.

I slid my hands beneath his shirt, running my fingertips across the smooth skin of his stomach. He flinched.