James Axler - Black Harvest

Schini shook her head.

“You disapprove?”

“Not at all,” the baron said. “It’s just that if this one-eyed outlander is the same one who chilled the baron’s brother, then he’s also the one who chilled my son, Luca. And if that’s the case, I damn well want to be there to watch him die.”

Robards had warned the sec man that this request was a possibility. “As you wish, Baron.”

The baron smiled politely. “But first we need to know we have the right man, eh?” She turned to one of her sec men. “Take him to the archives and look up the journal entries on Luca’s death. And keep me informed as to what you find.”

The sec man nodded and led the messenger away.

THEY WERE ALMOST finished eating when Eleander entered the dining room.

“Ah, here she is,” Baron DeMann said. “The mother of the beautiful Moira.” It was obvious he had none of the same feelings for the older woman as he did the younger.

Eleander stepped slowly into the big room, as cautious as if she were walking over broken glass with naked feet.

“She was resting soundly,” Robards offered in explanation. “I was sorry to wake her up, but when she knew she had been asked for, she insisted on joining you.”

Doc smiled broadly, his eyes stuck on the older woman.

Ryan had never seen Doc so smitten by a woman before, though he had had a few liaisons. He had spoken countless times of the wife and children who had been left behind when Operation Chronos snatched him from his own era and brought him forward in time. But while he spoke of his dear wife Emily with fondness, romance, love and respect, he seemed to eye Eleander with a lust that was somewhat uncharacteristic of the man. But with his mind shaken so badly from the jumps in time, and emotional scarring, a person could never be sure of Doc’s mental state. Ryan was glad that this time he appeared to be affected by lust, instead of the usual madness that bordered on lunacy.

“There’s an empty seat here next to me if you like,” Doc said, pulling back the chair and patting its seat as if that would make its hard wooden bottom more comfortable.

Eleander walked slowly toward Doc and took the chair with a slight nod. She smiled broadly at him.

“Right,” the baron said, acting as if the woman wasn’t even there. “I imagine you and your weapons man might want to look over the blasters you’ll be using tomorrow.”

Ryan nodded.

“I would like that very much,” J.B. added.

“Let’s go have a look, shall we?”

Ryan and J.B. got up to leave with the baron. Ryan looked to Krysty to ask if she were joining them.

“I think I’ll stay behind with Doc.”

Ryan glanced at the old-timer, who was already making conversation with Eleander. “I don’t think he needs a chaperone.”

“No, but it wouldn’t hurt to keep an eye on him.”

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