“What? I thought she was your friend.”
“She was. She is. But we were starting to disagree on how to run things. So, when I encouraged her little journey…I mentioned that Amarantha would prefer she do it unchipped. Don’t look at me like that,” she told Justin. “I’ve made inquiries. She’s fine. And with the way the RUNA’s spreading, the territory she’s in will be annexed soon anyway. Besides, things are a lot smoother now that it’s just me running the faith.”
“Aside from when her family—who blames me for what she did—decided to take some sideline revenge,” he reminded her.
“I saved you,” said Callista. “And I’ll keep them in line. They’re all still unruly and half-provincial, but they fear Amarantha.”
Justin seemed to accept this, which just increased the absurdity of this night. That kind of behavior—dissension in groups that made them turn against each other—was exactly the reason religions weren’t supposed to grow.
Callista caught Mae’s sleeve as she started to walk past. The flirty, irreverent nature was gone. “You need to deal with your problems,” she hissed. “Until you do, you’re a danger to yourself. And to others. And to him.”
Mae jerked her arm away. “Fiction offers no danger. Only its followers.”
One of Callista’s lackeys delivered Justin and Mae back to their hotel. It was a long, awkward car ride in which neither said anything. When they made it back, Justin told her good night and headed for his room. Mae, aghast, grabbed him in the hall and pulled him to her with more force than she intended. He stumbled and put a hand on her shoulder to steady himself, triggering a jumble of emotions in her as she tried to figure out who he was. Romantic confidante? Schmoozing womanizer? Secret zealot?
“You are not going to bed! We have to talk about what happened!”
“It’s the middle of the night.” He looked both physically and mentally weary. “And you won’t believe anything I say anyway.”
“I believe that you’ll be back in Panama if SCI finds out you pick and choose which people you turn a blind eye to. And that you believe in your own deity or power or whatever. That’s a conflict of interest. As is sleeping with people you’re supposed to license!”
He sighed. “Are you jealous? If it makes you feel better, I had a better time with you—well, during sex, at least. After is a whole other story.”
Mae rarely lost her temper. She’d had too much discipline drilled into her to let her emotions get the better of her, which was why the lapse with Kavi had been so shocking. Mae nearly lost it again now and just barely stopped herself from slapping him, which probably would have knocked him into the wall. She took a deep breath.
“We’re going to talk now.”
For a moment, she thought he’d protest. Then a remarkable transformation came over him. A hard expression she’d never seen filled his face, containing both impatience and exasperation. He too was nearing a breaking point. “Do you want to know why I’m back? Why they went to all that trouble? Do you want to know why I left?”
She blinked in surprise. Those weren’t exactly the answers she wanted tonight, but they’d certainly been on her mind. Something about the intensity in his face cowed her. “Okay.”
They returned to his room, where Justin promptly poured himself a shot of tequila from a bottle that looked like it had been tapped last night. He downed it and then, after a moment’s thought, simply picked up the whole bottle. He sat down cross-legged on the bed and patted the spot in front of him. “Have a seat.” Mae hesitated, but there was nothing even remotely sexy going on. She joined him.
“Do you remember when I was first with Cornelia, talking about a group that tried to set me on fire? It wasn’t a joke. That was my last assignment before exile. Those nuts never should’ve reached that point. Whoever did their last evaluation had fucked up pretty badly for them to have progressed that far.” Mae bit back a suggestion that maybe the group’s last servitor had slept with one of their members and turned a blind eye. “I actually had to get some military out there to break up their compound.” He shook his head at the memory. “Until now, that was probably the craziest thing I’ve ever investigated.”
He took a drink from the bottle. “Anyway, they shut things down and rounded up most of the group. They were in a pretty remote place, and I had to stay at this little country inn. Not the most glamorous accommodations, but it did the job. My security guy went out for a good time, and I went to bed satisfied with a job well done.”