Richelle Mead - Gameboard of the Gods

The technician finished Tessa’s profile and synched it to both a chip and the National Registry. Justin dragged his gaze from Mae and tried to make his spinning brain focus on the screen. It was about what he’d expected, containing Tessa’s citizenship, basic info, and visa details. After that, there was nothing left to do but insert the chip into the space between the thumb and forefinger of her left hand. Tessa winced as though it hurt, but he had a feeling it was more psychological than anything else. She flexed her fingers afterward and seemed surprised they still worked.

“Welcome to the civilized world,” Justin told her cheerfully. He gave no indication that he was bothered or even cared about his stinging conversation with Mae. After all, he had a nation of civilized—and far more reasonable—women at his fingertips now.

Mae was no longer hostile and had switched into what he was beginning to believe was her normal mode, formal and emotionless. “Well, then. It’s time for all of us to get home.”

She thanked the tech for working late and then headed for the door, assuming Justin and Tessa would follow. He did without question, suddenly feeling tired. The initial high of his return had faded, and the lack of sleep yesterday combined with today’s travel was starting to take its toll. Tessa was practically asleep on her feet, though that could have been lingering effects of the sedative he’d given her earlier as much as fatigue from the journey.

Mae led them back out to the subway, and the three rode in silence. Tessa leaned her head against Justin’s shoulder and slept while he looked out the window and tried not to openly study Mae. She was engrossed in reading something on her ego. He could tell it wasn’t faked this time because she was absentmindedly winding a strand of that marvelous pale gold hair around one finger. People who faked ignoring you didn’t display subconscious habits like that.

Well, said Horatio with a heavy sigh. You really messed that up.

Justin ignored the bird and forced himself to start thinking of the assignment that had bought him this ticket home: patrician murders and Cornelia’s shadow assassin. His mind was already spinning with ideas on how to solve the case. He knew what pertinent data to request and what questions to ask when he made on-site visits. Getting the footage to Leo was key. Proving the video had been altered would remove a good part of the mystery surrounding this.

If it is fake, they might not need your “unique perspective” anymore, Horatio warned him. At least he wasn’t harping on Mae anymore.

Yes, I know. But for now, I’m more concerned about the four-week deadline.

The train slowed at a station, and that was when Justin truly looked outside at their surroundings. They were in the suburbs. “Why are we here?”

Mae gave a vague answer as she led them off the train and hired a car at the station. The distance they ended up driving was actually pretty short and probably could’ve been walked, but Mae thought a car would be easier on Tessa. In reality, it just ended up freaking out the girl when she saw there was no driver. It dropped them off at an elegant house in what was clearly an affluent neighborhood. Scattered streetlights lit the darkness in a way that felt safe but wasn’t obtrusive to those trying to sleep. Well-established trees canopied the street, and Tessa looked much more at ease here as she took in the quiet homes and wide green lawns. It was only when they were walking up to the door that Justin finally gave up on the night’s mysteries and focused on what they were doing.

“Why are we here?” he asked again as Mae knocked on the door.

It opened almost immediately. Justin had only half a second to register his sister’s face before she backhanded him and sent him staggering back a couple of steps.

“You have a lot of nerve!” she yelled, advancing menacingly forward. Justin hastily retreated, bitterly wondering what had happened to Mae not allowing anyone to lay a hand on him.

“What exactly did I do?” he asked. Looking back on their lives together, it probably could’ve been any number of things.

Cynthia didn’t answer. The rage on her face vanished, and suddenly, she looked as though she was going to burst into tears. She flung herself into his arms. “I thought you were dead.”

He patted her awkwardly on the back. “Not yet. Let’s, uh, go inside.”

The house’s interior was as beautiful as the exterior, decorated at a level even he approved of, but he had little time to admire it. By the time they made it to the kitchen, Cynthia’s rage had returned. Justin had grown up disguising his emotions and manipulating others’. Cynthia played no such games. Her feelings were always out in the open. “What the hell did you think you were doing?” she demanded. “Having them bring me here?”

Last night’s negotiations came back to Justin, and all of this began to make more sense. He had to admit, they’d really come through when he’d requested nice accommodations for her. And they hadn’t wasted any time. “What’s wrong with it? This place is great. Don’t tell me you were living anywhere like this in Anchorage. You were still in Anchorage, right?”

Cynthia put her hands on her hips. “A group of soldiers came and abducted me from work! No warning. No time to get ready. They just said I had to come with them. Do you know how humiliating that was?”

It echoed too closely to what Justin had experienced when he’d been exiled. He gave Mae a curious glance. “What happened?”

She leaned against the counter, perfectly at ease. “You said you wanted her here immediately.”

“So they took me literally?”

“How else were they supposed to take you?”

Cynthia glanced back and forth between them, her eyes widening when she noticed Tessa. “Who are these people?”

“This is Prætorian Mae Koskinen,” he said. Cynthia didn’t even have time to be shocked by that before he really played his trump card. “And this is Tessa Cruz. She’s from Panama.”

“Panama?” Judging from Cynthia’s face, Justin might as well have said Tessa was from the moon.

“That’s where I’ve been,” he explained, like he’d been on an extended vacation. “I brought Tessa back to study here.”

Cynthia frowned as she took it all in, and then a look of horror crossed her face. “You guys aren’t—”

“ No, ” he said in exasperation. From Tessa’s innocent expression, she thankfully hadn’t picked up on the insinuation. “Why does everyone keep thinking that?”

“Probably because they know how you are,” Cynthia retorted.

“I’ve got limits,” he grumbled, trying to ignore Mae’s I told you so look. “Tessa’s father is a friend of mine, and I’m helping them out. She’s going to stay here with you.”

Cynthia’s face went still. “I see. And I don’t suppose you thought to check with me first? Just like you didn’t bother to check when you had me degraded in front of my coworkers?”

“What the fuck is the problem?” This reunion wasn’t going at all like he’d expected. “You should be grateful. This place is like a palace.”

“Grateful? Grateful? ” Justin worried Cynthia might slap him again, and if past events were any indication, his great protector was just going to keep leaning against the counter. “Justin, I was on the verge of a post-prime grant to go back to school. My interview was today!”

He relaxed a little. “So? You don’t need the grant now. I’ll cover it. The universities are better here anyway.”

Some of the anger faded out of Cynthia. She looked tired, and just a little sad. “You really don’t get it, do you? You’re the same as ever, still heavy-handed and so goddamned sure that—” She stopped as her eyes focused on something behind Justin. He turned and saw a boy standing in the kitchen’s doorway.