feed me and it’s fun.”
Marcus stood there with the girl, neither of them moving. Mel stood and walked toward them. Marcus was right; the closer one got to her, the stronger she was. She was standing next to her when she realized that the girl was reading her mind. Mel let her to a point, but kept a great deal from her. She was not bad for a person without training, and Mel was equally impressed that Sara had such control.
“Hello. You’re Sara Temple. I’m Melody, his queen.” Mel nodded toward Marcus. “I want to show you something.”
Mel turned to Marcus and took his arm into her hand. “Marcus is my guard, and as such, he can’t be hurt by you. I can cut him.” Mel sliced her own blade over his arm, drawing a line of blood. “But you—”
Mel was suddenly on the floor with a small, very sharp blade to her throat. The girl, Sara, was straddling her, holding her down.
“No,” Mel warned Marcus when he drew back his sword to what Mel was sure to end Sara’s life. “She was doing just what we need her for. Protecting one of my own.”
“You were trying to prove a point? Wow, you’re a real piece of work, lady.” Sara stood and looked at her as Mel rose as well. “I’m so out of here. See you around, Marcus.”
When Sara turned to leave, Mel stopped her with a question. “Sara, did you use your magic to throw me down, or was it your body? Either way was impressive. But I’m thinking you used your powers.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re nuts. No one has magic.” Sara still hadn’t moved when she continued. “People would hurt someone if they had magic, don’t you think?”
“Yes,” Mel agreed. “But not where I’m from.” Mel took a deep breath, tried another approach, and whispered through her mind. “ I can help you with it if you’ll let me. I can show you how to control all of it .”
“ In exchange for what? You going to slice open my head and see how my brain works? Tie me to a chair and put wires on me and shock me ?” Mel felt her snort and nearly burst out laughing. “ No thanks, been there, done that .”
Mel wondered what else the girl had been through and then realized she would probably not tell her if she asked. “No, I don’t need a blade to see what’s in your head or your heart. Come with us, Sara. I swear to you if you don’t like it after one week, I’ll bring you back and pay you for your time.” Mel held her breath while she waited on Sara.
“You won’t hurt me?” she asked as she turned.
“No, child, I won’t hurt you.” Mel put out her hand. “And so long as you’re working for me, no one will ever hurt you again.”
Sara nodded, then took Mel’s hand. As soon as they touched, they were all three in Molavonta.
“Mother fuck,” Sara said on a sigh. Marcus burst out laughing.
~~~
Fifteen Years Later
Aaron looked at his friend and day walker, Duncan, and wondered, not for the first time, what the hell he was doing. If Aaron lost this, then Duncan would die. He looked around the entrance hall again while he waited for Carlos Sanchez to receive him.
“Duncan, perhaps we should talk about this again. I don’t think I can stand for you to—”
“Sire,” Duncan began, exasperation in his voice. “I do believe we have re-mashed this several times already. I also believe that if you fail, you will be in no position to worry if I am dead as well. I do not believe that you will fail, but should you, then you will not even know that I have met my demise. You yourself will be ash and no longer aware of me anyway.”
Aaron couldn’t help it, he burst out laughing. “I suppose you’re right. And it’s rehash, not re-mash.” They both turned as one to the doorway when they heard the footsteps coming toward them.
“You will do well, sire,” Duncan said as he straightened the collar on Aaron’s shirt. “This man needs to be removed from his position, and you are the man to do so.”
Aaron nodded before