“I can't believe I have to say this. You there, dashing male secretary! Drop the frying pan.”
“I had been hugged by a giant, superintelligent, pacifist bear. I could do this. I could do anything.”
“[I]f you continue to rely on others for that security, you will never find it. You're a Prime, a woman, and a mother. Make yourself secure. Take charge of yourself. My circlework my be shaky and crooked, by it's mine. I taught myself how to do it by studying books and now I'm using it. I didn't ask Rogan to draw it for me, because I didn't have to.”
“You're everything to me," he said into my ear.
I wanted to tell him that he was everything to me, that I wouldn't let the darkness have him, that he never had to worry that I would give up and walk away. But the echoes of our shared pleasure stole the words, and so I said it the best I could.
"I love you.”
“Do they have target priority protocols?” I asked. “Would they be able to differentiate between a high- and low-priority target?”
Rogan’s face shut down. “No.”
“No, they don’t?” I clarified.
“No, I won’t let you do this.”
We stared at each other. The tension in the room was so thick, you could slice it with a knife and serve it with tea.
Leon whistled a melody from a gunfighter Western.”
“Call her out,” Arabella said.
“Tell her Rogan is yours!” Grandma Frida pumped her fist.
“Don’t let her take your man!” Leon declared.
We all looked at him.
“I was feeling left out,” he said.”
“I'm starving. I haven't had anything to eat since I stole a bear claw from your kitchen this morning."
"You didn't steal it. All my bear claws are yours.”
“Arabella ran out of blackboard space, crouched, and began dividing on the floor. “This is what we get for teaching them Common Core,” one of the arbiters said. “There is nothing wrong with Common Core,” someone else said. Arabella”
“Yes, sir. I was going to kiss you good night, but now I can’t. It’s against the rules to fraternize with my superior officer.”
“How much did you hear?"
"Everything that mattered."
He nodded, his face unreadable. "It is what it is. All cards are on the table."
"Not quite." I sat up.
"Oh?"
"The real Rogan hasn't asked me."
He frowned.
"I want the dragon to ask me."
"Be careful," he warned.
"I know what the Head of House Rogan wants. I heard all of his noble warnings about the future of House Baylor. I saw him told himself in check. I want to know what you want, Connor. What do you want of me? Ask me.”
“One day some other Prime will threaten our House, and when that day comes, I’ll kill him.”
What?
"I’ll do it quiet and clean, and nobody will ever know.” Leon smiled. “I’m going to be a dark horse, House Baylor’s secret. I’ll be the best assassin. A legend. They’ll never see me coming.”
I would kill Kurt. I would strangle him with my bare hands.”
“When we were at the lodge, and you were dancing in the snow, I kept wondering why the snow wasn’t melting. You’re like spring. My spring.”
“So, are we still on tonight? For our dinner?” I asked.
“Hell, yes. We’re on for tonight. We’re on for tomorrow. We’re on for the foreseeable future.”
.”
“Cornelius opened the car door and cautiously peered out.
“Yes?” I asked.
“Checking to see if it’s safe to come out.”
Everyone was a comedian. I sighed and went into my office.”
“When life hits you in the gut, it’s always a sucker punch. You never see it coming. One moment you’re walking along, worrying your little worries and making quiet plans, and the next you’re rolled into a ball, trying to hug yourself against the pain, frantic and reeling, your mind a jumble of scared thoughts.”
“There is nothing you can offer me,” she said. “Oh, I don’t know. You might change your mind. You’re like me, Victoria.” He grinned. “You like to do things that make life interesting. We both do so hate to be bored.”
“Thank you,” I said to Linus. “Of course. This is what I’m here for. It’s my function as your witness.” He grinned again. “Besides, things around you have a way of turning interesting. I do hate to be bored.”
“So, are we still on tonight? For our dinner?” I asked.
“Hell, yes. We’re on for tonight. We’re on for tomorrow. We’re on for the foreseeable future.”
“This is what it would be like, I realized. We could come home to each other every night.
It didn't have to be all blood and gore and fancy dinners. It could also be this, and this felt so good.”
“I would kill Kurt. I would strangle him with my bare hands.
I stomped up the stairs to the second floor of Rogan’s HQ, where Heart and Bug waited for me. Napoleon saw my face and ran behind Bug’s chair to hide.
“Where is Kurt?” I growled.
Bug blinked. “I’m not sure I should tell you this information.”
“Bug!”
“Kurt is a valuable member of the team, and you have murder on your face.”
“Come to dinner with me tonight and I’ll consider it.”
Yes! “No. I don’t negotiate with terrorists.”
“Prime or no Prime, five-year-old girls were scary. I babysat my sisters when they were that age. It still gave me nightmares.”
“I don’t believe she sees him as family,” Cornelius said.
“She can see him however she wants. I only care how Rogan sees me.”
“It seems to me that sometimes the worst parents make the best grandparents. I'm not sure why. Maybe because there is enough of a generational separation that they don't see their grandchildren as an extension of themselves, so their relationship isn't tainted by any self-loathing. And of course, just growing older seems to soften and relax people. Since so many people these days don't seem to start their families until around age forty, I predict there will be less child beating, but more slipped disks from lifting babies out of cribs. Even the father of advanced age who's not inclined to spare the rod is likely to suffer more than his victim: The first punch he throws might well be the last straw for his rotator cuff, reducing his disciplinary options to mere verbal abuse and napping. I'm excited about the next generation!”
“He crowded right up into her space, pressed his body against hers—trapping her against the glass of the door behind her, plunged his hands into her hair until he was cupping the nape of her neck, and devoured her lips with his.”
“So what about that key?" I asked.
"I knew you'd be asking me about it sooner or later." He pulled the cord out from underneath his shirt and dangled the key in front of me.
"What do you want for it?" I sneered. "Five dollars?"
"I don't want money," he said with a wicked grin.
"What does it go to?"
"A kiss will unlock more than this key will," he whispered in my ear.”
“The rain would fall, the plants would grow, the animals would eat and kill and die and grow again, and the ghost of sentient life would fade away, an insignificant blip in the memory of the Earth. Someday, a million years away, maybe a billion, when another species evolved or awoke or descended from the stars, would they even know that anybody had been here?”
“I wonder he is not afraid to be alone with himself." "Men sometimes are so," said her husband.”
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