“How much will you need to know about my methods?” he asked carefully. He already knew who to talk to and that it was a conversation that should be had off the record.
Cornelia and Francis exchanged looks in a rare moment of solidarity. “We need this taken care of as soon as possible,” she said. “It’s drawing too much attention, too much panic. And if word gets out that there’s a murderous cult behind this, everything our country was founded on will be on the line.”
“So,” said Justin, reading the subtext, “the results are more important than the methods.”
Their silence on the matter answered for them, and Cornelia shifted the topic to logistics, telling him what to expect when they returned to Vancouver. Justin only half listened. Vancouver. I’m going to Vancouver! He would’ve been ecstatic over the RUNA’s humblest town, let alone its dazzling capital.
“You’re probably not in any significant danger from investigating the cold cases.” Justin couldn’t be certain, but Cornelia almost sounded disappointed about that. “But one can never predict what some of these zealots will do. Since they may be, uh, uncooperative, we feel you should have more security than usual.”
“After that group tried to set me on fire, I don’t really have a problem with enhanced security,” he told her. “Add as many people as you want.”
Cornelia shook her head. “I’m sure Pr?torian Koskinen will be more than sufficient by herself.”
“What?” asked Justin and Mae in unison.
“Didn’t General Gan explain the nature of this mission?” asked Cornelia, sounding legitimately puzzled.
“No,” said Mae, visibly trying to bury her shock again. “He simply told me to accompany you here.”
“For which we are very grateful, my dear.” Francis smiled at her as if she were a favorite granddaughter. “And now you’ll be Dr. March’s bodyguard as he travels and completes this assignment.”
“A bodyguard,” said Mae flatly. “I’m going to be a bodyguard.”
Boring work for a Valkyrie, said Magnus. If you want her in bed again, piss off someone dangerous so that she has something interesting to do.
“It may also be useful to have a patrician around,” added Francis. “It might get you a friendly reception if you go to the land grants. You know how they are—no offense.”
“None taken,” Mae murmured. She still looked stunned, and it seemed legitimate to Justin, reducing the odds that she was here to kill him. “Do you know how long I’ll be assigned to him?”
Cornelia looked irritated that this meeting was still going on, now that the essentials were covered. “We need this solved in a little less than four weeks.”
“Why four weeks?” asked Mae.
“The next full moon,” said Justin. His high came crashing to the ground.
“He’s so smart,” said Francis, grinning.
Cornelia rolled her eyes. “Yes. Brilliant.”
“And what happens if I don’t solve it in four weeks?” Justin asked quietly.
She fixed him with a cold gaze. “Well. We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it, won’t we?”
Justin attempted a smile, but all he could think was that said bridge would probably be on fire, with him stuck in the middle and alligators circling below.
Mae’s obvious disappointment at this turn of events irritated Justin. She certainly hadn’t seemed that miserable around him in bed. “I’m sure it won’t be that unbearable, pr?torian. I’m really not that bad once you get underneath everything.”
Her eyes looked more blue than green in this lighting, and he saw a flash of anger in them. It reminded him of the passion he’d seen earlier. I wish she wasn’t so hot, he thought wistfully.
You have to help her, said Magnus. She has gods swarming around her and no way to stop them.
No, Justin said. Don’t bring up gods anymore. This isn’t the time. Not when we’re on the verge of getting my life back.
It’s always the time, said Magnus. Besides, what do you think you’re going to be dealing with when you return?
Mae said nothing to Justin’s comment and directed her attention to the others as she stood up. “Do you need anything else from me tonight?”
“No, no,” said Francis, stifling a yawn. “You’ve done more than enough, my dear. Get some sleep. We’re leaving early.” He paused and laughed. “Ah, you don’t sleep, do you? Well then, do whatever you want. You’re young. Maybe you can find some dashing, exotic fling.”
Mae didn’t even blink. “I’ll just stay in my room, sir. There’s no one worth my time in this place.”
She turned with military precision, but her air was all castal, displaying an attitude that refused to acknowledge those people—or rather, the one person—she considered beneath her. As Justin watched her go, he barely heard Francis dismissing him as well and telling him to go fetch his “provincial girl.”
A haughty, lethal bodyguard. An assignment involving shadowy phantoms. This homecoming was starting to accrue a hefty price tag.
You still want to pay it? asked Horatio.
Absolutely.
CHAPTER 6
GENIUS, CON ARTIST