him, intimately knew him. Sheâd read his notes and his ramblings and peered into his mind. Why had she done it? He searched his mind and stumbled onto the answer that shook him. She had done so they would be happy. She had expected to be his wife. She understood he would resent her and so she strove to become more than his burdensome spouse.
He scrolled past years of his school work. His financial machinations. She had analyzed these as well. On Rhomian acquisition she had written, âBrilliant. Proof that Bavani can stick his Way of Management up his arse.â
Other notes followed, punctuating the records .
âContinues to lack in patience.â
âI canât believe he has done this.â
âEither heâs a financial genius or a ruthless brigand, who simply doesnât care. Perhaps both.â
He wanted to read on, fascinated, but he wanted to find her more. âLyonâs schedule, next twenty-four hours.â
It was surprisingly easy to capture Lyon Galdes and both of his sons. They didnât expect a brazen assault in full daylight. He had led the crew himself. They took the three men just outside Cantina restaurant. Bound and gagged, the Galdes were stuffed into the armored aerial and whisked away without an incident.
In the air he loosened Angelâs gag. âYour sister. Where is she?â
âI donât know,â the youngest Galdes snarled. âShe was supposed to kill you. Why arenât you dead?â
âThatâs what I would like to know.â
He questioned them all in turn and once he slid open the door and held Angel by his legs upside down above a thousand-foot drop, he became convinced they were telling the truth. They had no idea where Meli had gone.
Celino had them tucked away in his compound. Thirty hours had passed since her transmission. He hadnât slept or eaten and still he had no idea where she was.
He had to think like her. If he were her, where would he go?
It came to him finally. He took a fresh aerial from his garage and headed to Dahlia.
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The old training hall was dimly lit with portable lanterns. Four interceptors hovered, slowly transversing its length. In the center Meli stood, wearing a light T-shirt and loose pants. Her eyes were shut.
Celino stopped short of the battle line. He didnât know how she had gotten past the guards, but nothing she did any longer surprised him.
She opened her dark eyes and looked at him. The interceptors came within censor range and streaked to her from four sides.
âI never intended to kill you,â she said. The translucent green ribbon snapped from her hand with ungodly speed and four dismembered metal husks crashed to the floor. âI wanted you to know what it felt like. Angelâs intel is always excellent. The opportunity was too good to pass on it.â
âI was cruel,â he said. âI still am.â
âI know.â She walked across the floor to the first interceptor, picked it up and tossed it into a plastic bin. She still had the same gliding smoothness to her movements that drove him wild. He trailed her on the safe side of the battle line.
âWhy are you here?â she asked.
âYou have my heart. Where would I go without it?â
âHome, Celino.â
âNot without what is mine.â
She paused and looked at him with her velvet eyes. âI was never yours.â
âWhen I made you climax and laugh, when you fell asleep in my arms, when you smiled at my jokes and reached for me, you were mine.â
âWhat you think of as love are the last splashes of your dying lust. Donât you have any dignity? Do you reallyââ
ââthink you can change my mind by begging?â he finished for her. He crossed the battle line and strode to her, his movement stalking and sleek. He knew every inch of the old gymnasium. He was a predator in a familiar territory. She tensed as he came near and
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