Rebels’ Bargain, Chapter 1
“Much as it annoys me, I need your help to kill someone,” Maklin said calmly.
Khyria leant back in her console chair. “You’re the specialist with a century of kills to your name. What do you need, applause?”
“Bait,” Maklin said succinctly.
She gave him a view of a brilliant, calculating smile. “How much?”
Unexpectedly, he chuckled, uncoiling from her couch, and came to stand much too close, trapping her in the heavy chair, looking down at her. “You’ll do this one for free.” This close, his empathy rubbed against her mental defences like a warm blanket on a cold night, enticing her to relax into it, to let him in. “I’m hunting Evor Leistor.”
It would be very interesting to find out why, after decades of tolerating each others’ existence, Maklin had chosen tonight as the last night of Leistor’s life, and it seemed unlikely he was going to simply tell her. Khyria let her smile widen.
“You expect that you and I together will be more than he can resist?”
Maklin shrugged, propping a hip on the console desk. It didn’t move him noticeably out of her space, which was undoubtedly deliberate. “He’s been avoiding hareni gatherings, and most of his other usual haunts. I don’t feel like spending most of the next month beating him out of whichever conduit he’s gone to ground in. So, yes. I hope that word of you and I, together, will offer him a target he can’t resist.”