Assassin's Heart (5 page)
Authors: Monica Burns
She grimaced at the thought. Apologies meant she’d screwed up. And even if the words had been said in the height of her own grief and remorse, he’d not deserved the blame she’d laid at his feet. Clearing the air between them would make the difference between this assignment being tolerable or unbearable. The room’s cool air made her shiver, and she reached for her robe as she headed toward the sitting room. The sight of Cleo seated on the couch, chewing on a bagel, tugged a smile to her lips.
“Did you bring anything for me to eat?” Her question made the Sicari fighter turn her head to look at her, a grin on her lovely features.
“Absolutely.” Cleo pointed to a small plate of fruit and cheese. “All I could find in the fridge was some Romano. It’s a tad salty, but the fruit should take the bite out of it.”
Beautiful enough to be a cover model, her friend was tangible proof of their Roman heritage. Mysterious dark eyes, midnight black hair, and a smile that could charm even a Praetorian. But then Cleo was more interested in killing the Sicari’s sworn enemy than charming them. An opinion Phaedra held with even more vehemence than her friend did. The
bastardi
had stolen her childhood and hurt the man she loved. As far as she was concerned, the only good Praetorian was a dead one.
bastardi
had stolen her childhood and hurt the man she loved. As far as she was concerned, the only good Praetorian was a dead one.
Phaedra curled up at the opposite end of the couch and reached for an apple. After a couple of bites, she leaned forward to take some Romano off the plate. The hard cheese
had a kick to it and was a little salty like Cleo had said. Still, the Italian cheese was one of her favorites, specifically for its sharp bite.
“So, what do you think this is all about?” Cleo sent her an arched look.
“What kind of question is that? We’re in Rome because Atia thinks the Tyet
of Isis
is here.”
“Mother has always thought the Tyet
of Isis
was here in Rome, and you know
damn well
that’s not what I’m talking about.” Her friend snorted. “For the past year Lysander’s been emphatic about not having you on any of his teams then suddenly, whoosh, you’re on his team here in Rome.”
of Isis
was here in Rome, and you know
damn well
that’s not what I’m talking about.” Her friend snorted. “For the past year Lysander’s been emphatic about not having you on any of his teams then suddenly, whoosh, you’re on his team here in Rome.”
“You’ll have to ask him that question.” She shrugged and took another bite of her apple.
The last thing she intended to do was let Cleo know how confused she was by this change in him. But had he really changed? When she looked back over the past year without anger fueling her perceptions, she was coming to realize he’d always had her back.
On the three occasions they’d actually served on the same reconnaissance team, his sword, not her partner’s, had always been the one to save her at the last second. Then there was the night Ares had run the gauntlet. Running through a corrider of armed Sicari warriors wasn’t supposed to be painless. The brutal punishment for breaking one of the major laws of the Order had almost killed her brother. For a healer to touch a survivor during the first twenty-four hours was a punishable offense as well. But breaking the rules ran in the family. After healing Ares’s internal injuries, she’d been weak as a kitten.
Lysander had been the one to see she got back to her room. The man had actually carried her there. A moment that had delivered her into the Elysium Fields only to be pulled back into Tartarus far too quickly when he’d left her alone. And he’d not betrayed her to Atia, the Prim
a Consul
. He’d kept her secret when the Order’s leader questioned them about the whole incident.
a Consul
. He’d kept her secret when the Order’s leader questioned them about the whole incident.
If he didn’t care about her, why would he do all that? Was it because he was Ares’s friend, or was there something more to his behavior than she realized. De
us
, she really was a fool to think that. She suddenly realized Cleo had asked a question and was watching her like a hawk. She frowned as she met her friend’s intense gaze.
us
, she really was a fool to think that. She suddenly realized Cleo had asked a question and was watching her like a hawk. She frowned as she met her friend’s intense gaze.
“What?”
“I asked if you were okay with all of this?”
Without even trying, she could easily read Cleo’s concern. While her healing ability was the strongest of her Sicari skills, Phaedra also had the ability to sense emotions in others. It was like emotional radar. Sometimes it gave her only a sense of someone’s intentions, while at other times she could read emotions buried deep beneath the surface.
Cleo wasn’t probing, she was just worrying about her as any friend would, and they’d been friends a long time. It had been Cleo’s mother, Atia, who had taken her and Ares in after the Praetorians had massacred their parents. The memory of those terrifying moments flashed in front of her eyes.
The priest’s closet her mother had pushed Ares and her into as she kissed them good-bye. The sound of her mother’s screams as she was being butchered. The peephole she’d peered through to see her mother’s murderer. The face of the Praetorian that had haunted her all these years. His cruel laughter as he’d reached out with his mind, trying to read their thoughts and discover their hiding place.
From the age of six, she’d learned how to shield her thoughts from Praetorians, but her skills and Ares’s hadn’t been fully developed then. The man had known it. He’d known it was simply a matter of time before he found them. The only thing that had saved them was another Praetorian ordering the murderer to leave.
“This whole thing really does have you shaken up, doesn’t it?” Her friend frowned with concern.
“It’s a job, Cleo. Nothing more.”
“If that’s true, then why do you keep zoning out on me?” Cleo said with a snort of disbelief.
“I’ve just got a lot on my mind.”
“Right. So what are you going to do about it?”
“Do about it?” She knew exactly what Cleo was referring to but refused to go there.
“You need to talk to him about it.”
“About Julian’s R
ogalis?
” She grimaced and dodged the true intent of Cleo’s remark.
ogalis?
” She grimaced and dodged the true intent of Cleo’s remark.
“I’m not talking about that, and you know it.” Her friend glared at her. “I’m talking about that night in the warehouse.”
The statement immediately threw Phaedra back into the past, the pain of it sweeping through her like a wildfire. The sight of Lysander lying on that metal slab, his entire body reflecting a man on the edge of death. When she’d reached him, she’d expected him to be unconscious, but to see him alert and in agony had been devastating. Then when he’d refused the
Curavi
—she swept the memories aside.
Curavi
—she swept the memories aside.
“There’s nothing left to say.”
She recognized the hollow note in her voice. It represented that piece of her that was missing. Cleo was right. There was a lot more she wanted to say. But Lysander didn’t want to hear it, because he just didn’t care. Her heart contracted as she remembered his cruelty that night in the hospital.
“Oh, puhleeze.” Cleo released a soft snort of disgust. “I know you better than that. Both of you. That man didn’t refuse the
Curavi
for the hell of it. He was protecting you that night.”
Curavi
for the hell of it. He was protecting you that night.”
The apple crunched as Phaedra bit into it. The sound reminded her how bruised and battered she’d felt the morning she’d left Lysander’s hospital room. The pain had eased, but the numbness was still there after all these months. A painful sign that she was still in love with him.
“Even if what you’re saying is true, he’s not willing to discuss what happened, and neither am I,” she said with a glare at her friend.
“Oh, really?” Cleo snapped.
“Yes, re
ally
. I don’t know what makes you think there’s more to this than what I’m telling you.”
“Well, let me think … oh, right, the two of you have been at each other’s throats since … since that night in Englewood. No wait—y
ou’ve
constantly eviscerated the man, while the dumb son of a bitch has just taken it without blinking.”
ou’ve
constantly eviscerated the man, while the dumb son of a bitch has just taken it without blinking.”
“We’ve always argued. You know that.”
“But it’s different now.”
“Different how?” She tried to sound nonchalant, but her friend narrowed her beautiful eyes at her.
“There’s something under the surface of it all. It’s not something I can put into words.” Cleo’s perceptive observation made her cold with panic.
“The reason you can’t put it into words is that there is
nothing
different.”
nothing
different.”
“That’s bullshit,” Cleo snapped as she sent her a dark glare. “Ever since that night at Julian’s R
ogalis
, it’s been like watching two wildcats snarling their way through some sort of mating ritual.”
ogalis
, it’s been like watching two wildcats snarling their way through some sort of mating ritual.”
“You’ve got one hell of an imagination,” she bit out through clenched teeth. The analogy had only served to increase her anxiety level. If Cleo saw it, did Lysander? “Now if you don’t mind, I need to shower then check in with the Prim
us Pilus
.”
“V
a bene,
” Cleo said with a stubborn grimace as she stood up. “But I’m right about all of this, and you know it.”
“I’ll just leave you to your delusions,” she lied as she glared upward at her friend.
“
Christus
, you’re as stubborn as Lysander. I’m betting the minute the two of you have it out with each other you’re going to be in bed together faster than someone can say f
otte
.” Speechless, Phaedra watched Cleo smile with satisfaction. “Interesting. Phaedra DeLuca doesn’t have a comeback for a change.
Christus
, you’re as stubborn as Lysander. I’m betting the minute the two of you have it out with each other you’re going to be in bed together faster than someone can say f
otte
.” Speechless, Phaedra watched Cleo smile with satisfaction. “Interesting. Phaedra DeLuca doesn’t have a comeback for a change.
“I don’t have a comeback because you sound like a lunatic.”
“Not really. In case you haven’t noticed, whenever the man thinks no one’s watching him, he can’t take his eyes off of you.” Cleo arched her eyebrows and popped another grape into her mouth.
Phaedra froze at the other woman’s statement, her heart skipping a beat. Was it possible Cleo was right? But if he cared, why didn’t he do something about it? Why would he have shut her out the way he had? It didn’t make sense.
“Have you thought about seducing the man?” Cleo’s voice filtered through her thoughts.
“W
hat?
” She gaped at her friend’s mischievous expression. Appalled at the direction of the conversation, she shook her head vehemently. ”
No.
Absolutely not.”
hat?
” She gaped at her friend’s mischievous expression. Appalled at the direction of the conversation, she shook her head vehemently. ”
No.
Absolutely not.”
“Not willing to risk failure, eh?”
Riled by the comment, she clamped her jaw shut before she said something else she’d regret. The notion of seducing Lysander was far too tempting a thought—not to mention a hopeless one. The fact was she
wasn’t
willing to risk failure. Failure would mean an even greater heartache than she was experiencing now. She shook her head.
wasn’t
willing to risk failure. Failure would mean an even greater heartache than she was experiencing now. She shook her head.
“I’m not going to let you provoke me into doing something stupid. So drop the subject.”
Clearly disappointed, Cleo grimaced as the small desk clock chimed the hour, and she immediately sprang to her feet. “Cr
ap
, I’ve got to run.
Ciao
,
bambola.”
ap
, I’ve got to run.
Ciao
,
bambola.”
With that final parting shot, her friend was gone, leaving her in a state of confusion. Left alone, Phaedra stared at her surroundings with a sense of fear. Could she do what Cassiopeia had done in her dreams? What would happen if she tried to seduce Lysander as Cleo had suggested. Did she have the courage to even try? She blew out an angry sigh of disgust.
She was crazy.
No,
Cleo was crazy. Falling into bed with Lysander was something she did only in her dreams now. Dreams where he was Maximus and he loved her. But that’s all they were, just dreams.
Chapter 4
ROME, SEAT OF THE ROMAN EMPIRE
310 A.D.
HE
watched her. From the open doorway of the small spa, he studied the voluptuous
curves of her body as she stepped out of the marble bath. A slave tried to cloak her in a
pristine white cloth, but with an elegant wave of her hand, she took the towel and sent the
servant away. Tendrils of hair the color of a midnight sky escaped the makeshift knot on
the top of her head to caress the nape of her neck.
watched her. From the open doorway of the small spa, he studied the voluptuous
curves of her body as she stepped out of the marble bath. A slave tried to cloak her in a
pristine white cloth, but with an elegant wave of her hand, she took the towel and sent the
servant away. Tendrils of hair the color of a midnight sky escaped the makeshift knot on
the top of her head to caress the nape of her neck.
Outside, the final heat of the day had eased, leaving Rome cool. But in here, his body
burned hotter than Apollo’s chariot blazing its way into the west. Marble cooled his
shoulder as he leaned against the hard column of the bath’s entrance. The stone’s chilly
smoothness did nothing to quench the fire in his blood or stop his cock from growing
hard at the sight of her.
burned hotter than Apollo’s chariot blazing its way into the west. Marble cooled his
shoulder as he leaned against the hard column of the bath’s entrance. The stone’s chilly
smoothness did nothing to quench the fire in his blood or stop his cock from growing
hard at the sight of her.
Arms folded across his chest, he drank in the beauty of her full curves. The olive bronze
of her skin shimmered beneath the layer of water skimming down her back before it
danced off her softly rounded buttocks. The lushness of her body shot a familiar ache
through him. Cassiopeia, daughter of Gaius Quinctilia Atellus, Roman senator, was his.
of her skin shimmered beneath the layer of water skimming down her back before it
danced off her softly rounded buttocks. The lushness of her body shot a familiar ache
through him. Cassiopeia, daughter of Gaius Quinctilia Atellus, Roman senator, was his.
There had always been women in his life, but the idea of leaving a wife behind if he died
in battle wasn’t a worry he’d been willing to accept. Of course, that was before she chose
him. What had made her choose him over all others? He was a soldier. A plebeian by
birth. Far removed from the patrician clan she belonged to. It was doubtful he would
ever know the reason why. He could only thank the gods that she had chosen him.
in battle wasn’t a worry he’d been willing to accept. Of course, that was before she chose
him. What had made her choose him over all others? He was a soldier. A plebeian by
birth. Far removed from the patrician clan she belonged to. It was doubtful he would
ever know the reason why. He could only thank the gods that she had chosen him.
His gaze greedily swept over her, his body reacting as it always did whenever he was
near her. He suppressed a sudden growl of desire as she bent over to pat her legs dry
with the linen towel. The view from this angle was more than enticing—it was erotic. He
remained where he was. He had no desire to rush tonight. If he did do so, she’d know he
would be gone at dawn.
near her. He suppressed a sudden growl of desire as she bent over to pat her legs dry
with the linen towel. The view from this angle was more than enticing—it was erotic. He
remained where he was. He had no desire to rush tonight. If he did do so, she’d know he
would be gone at dawn.
“Really, husband. Must I beg you to lie with me?”
Cassiopeia turned to face him, her sultry expression of amusement making his erection
even harder. He folded his arms across the breastplate of his military uniform and shook
his head as he smiled at her teasing.
even harder. He folded his arms across the breastplate of his military uniform and shook
his head as he smiled at her teasing.
“Never,
mea amor
. I simply wanted to watch you and take pleasure in the knowledge
that you’re mine and no other man’s.”
The linen cloth she held slipped out of her hand and pooled at her feet. With the grace of
one of the gazelle’s he’d seen in Africa, she walked toward him. The moment she reached
him, she pressed her hand into his forearm. The touch sent a pulse of gut-wrenching
emotion racing through him straight to his heart. How he loved this woman. A somber
look flitted across her features. He tried not to listen, but her thoughts rushed at him with
the speed of a charging lion. The first of her thoughts reached him. She knew he was
leaving. Her mind screamed a protest, but she remained calm and composed on the
outside. The hardest thing for him was the images he saw in her head. Her imagining him
being injured or killed on the battlefield.
one of the gazelle’s he’d seen in Africa, she walked toward him. The moment she reached
him, she pressed her hand into his forearm. The touch sent a pulse of gut-wrenching
emotion racing through him straight to his heart. How he loved this woman. A somber
look flitted across her features. He tried not to listen, but her thoughts rushed at him with
the speed of a charging lion. The first of her thoughts reached him. She knew he was
leaving. Her mind screamed a protest, but she remained calm and composed on the
outside. The hardest thing for him was the images he saw in her head. Her imagining him
being injured or killed on the battlefield.
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