Connie turned the car into the hills. Wide green lawns spread around gorgeous mansions with lacy porches, hexagonal windows, and round rooms that looked like castles. The further up the hill, the more elaborate the houses were. She followed the GPS downtown, where flowers burst with color and a stream glittered through the center of a birch-lined boulevard and fountains shattered sunlight. Astonishing dresses shimmered in the windows; jewels splashed rainbows into her eyes. Longing seized her to go shopping. But they had more important things to do. And from the looks of this place, she probably couldn't afford much here anyway.
She steered the car up a winding road into the mountains. Sunlight danced through pine branches, scattering patches onto the pavement. Then, a clearing opened and Connie gasped. A castle perched on the edge of a cliff. Its red-roofed turrets jutted upwards like extensions of rocky crags, seemingly in random order. One of the turrets had crumbled but the rest of the castle gleamed like silver.
"Wow," said Jason. "It looks even more beautiful in daytime."
"Can we go there?"
"We'll have to see. We might have to wait till our mission is over…"
She knew they weren't here to see the sights, but she couldn't help but be disappointed. She'd always wanted to visit a castle…. And here she was within walking distance!
She headed to the restaurant, which was a low, nondescript building that blended in with the landscape. Short shrubs with berries, cedars, and fruit trees grew around it. After she parked the car, they walked up the winding stone path then stopped to admire the view.
Wind whipped her hair back; the edge of the cliff was only several hundred yards away. The town looked like a toy village nestled in a foothill. In the valley lay square green and gold farm fields and dark evergreen forests, a scintillating stream carving between them.
Inside, Jason asked after Ali and the hostess said that he'd called in a reservation but hadn't arrived yet. She showed them to a table in a cozy corner, half hidden by a divider hung with plants, which had the most spectacular view of the valley and the castle.
Connie knelt on the bench, looking out the window. "This is so amazing!"
"It's worth coming here just for the view." Jason rubbed her back; thrills raced through her. To be here alone would be wonderful enough, but with Jason—a dream come true. She didn't even want to think about the shadows haunting them, the reason they were here in the first place.
He hugged her close and she cuddled next to him, nuzzling his shoulder. He kissed her forehead. Twined his hand in her hair. She slid her finger along his hand, then gently turned it over. "How are you doing?" she asked.
"It doesn't hurt much."
"That's good." She lifted his hand, kissed it, then took the other and did the same.
He leaned back against the seat, his eyes closed. "Mm…much better." He kissed her shoulder. "Don't stop."
"We happen to be in a public place."
"I don't care. I need you, my love."
She granted him a kiss and she savored his taste, his hand pressing desperately against the small of her back.
Reluctantly she pulled away, but stayed pressed close to him, her arm around his shoulders. He held her hand, caressed her knee—it sent delight tracing through her.
"Jason, I—"
"Maybe we should get out of here."
"Go to the castle—maybe there's a secluded spot there—some secret place—"
"Oh, that would be heavenly." She almost forgot the reason they couldn't immerse in their love as much as they wanted wherever they happened to be. She wanted him—could never get enough, now that she'd renounced the darkness any claim over her. He was more stunning than any view, more gorgeous than any castle.
She grasped his hand. Her fingers brushed the bandages. "Oh—I'm sorry."
"Nothing you do could hurt." He kissed her temple. She longed to feel his hands all over her, loving every part of her. She didn't want to hurt him though… despite his insistence. Perhaps it was best he heal first. Wait until they were alone and could give full attention to each other. She hadn't even scratched the surface of all she wanted to do with him…give him as much as he deserved, which was infinite.
She couldn't help but remember what he'd given her…. Thank him with light kisses along the edge of his hand, his cheekbone, his lips. Rub his thumb gently, dive her fingers into his hair, caress the edge of his ear.
He gazed into her eyes. "Connie…."
"Is it too much?"
He shook his head. "I think I can handle it. That castle idea though… I can't get it out of my head." He whispered somewhat sheepishly, though with a strong undercurrent of longing.
"To tide us over…let's think of what we'd do there."
Delight spilled through his expression and his blue eyes sparkled.
"If we were in the castle," she whispered, "what would we do?" She caressed the soft hairs at the back of his neck.
"Let's see…. First we'd find a secret place…. A back room no one goes to."
"Sounds lovely."
"There'd be no bed. Just the stone floor."
"It's cold."
"But we'd warm it up."
"Mmm…"
"I'd take off my shirt…"
"But then—you'd need me to warm you up." She laid her hand on his chest. "Come lay beside me."
"Okay." He caressed her cheek. "I'm here."
"Then… we kiss."
He took her chin, kissed her lightly. She lingered on each lip. Then he pulled away, leaving her aching for more.
"I give you an epic kiss," he said. "Then—"
"I give you more surfaces to work with." She fingered the top of her shirt.
His eyes flickered over her, boldly admiring her. "I…make the most of that." He whispered close to her ear, sending thrills through her.
He slides his hand under her shirt, caresses her waist. Thrills dance over her torso. She leans back against him and he kisses her temple, her cheek, her lips. A luscious, stunning kiss. It sweeps her into the castle and she's a princess, living there, and he's her prince, happily ever after… filled with running through sunlit hallways, reveling in luxurious beds, ruling with a fair, just hand, then filling it with their kids… a tantalizing alternate universe no more wonderful than her own, just another backdrop… she's at home as long as Jason's at her side. The only thing better there is that it's a fortress and so they're safe and free… his skin isn't overwritten with pain…. He can fully embrace her love and she can give him everything. No guilt, never any fear to overshadow their lives. No loss….
"If it isn't the beautiful lovebirds!" a voice injects into her bliss.
She crashes back to earth.
Ali insinuated himself in their little corner. Sat down next to Jason. A few moments later, a waiter appeared. "Would you like some appetizers? Perhaps some wine? We have a lovely native vintage from Castle vineyards."
"That would be lovely, thanks," said Ali. "We'll start off with the artichoke crisps. Then some cherry cream cheese tarts as well."
"Very good, sir." The waiter headed back through room.
"So what do you think of the view?"
"It's spectacular," said Jason.
"Unparalleled in Muldavia, in my opinion.
"This mission will be challenging. But with me as your guide, I think you can swing it. Jason, you're no stranger to being undercover, and Connie—in a fancy dress, no one will suspect you're anything other than a beautiful woman."
"Ali…" said Jason warningly.
Ali spread out an arm. "Just appreciating a work of art. As other observers will, too. But at the same time, it's best not to be conspicuous. If I didn't have to do some checking around, I might micromanage you by purchasing you a dress. However, I think you can handle that. I'll pay for it of course."
"You don't need to do that."
"With the kind of dress you'll need—even if it's understated—yes, I think I do. I'll direct you to the best shops. Then you can have some fun. This really is a posh assignment. With the tang of danger. I think I may dabble in espionage after this. It's like the business world on steroids." He laughed.
Connie fingered her napkin, feeling a surge of excitement in spite of herself. She would get to go shopping after all! She hated to owe Ali anything…and wondered what his angle really was. Beyond that, it was like the party in DC all over again. But this time, with an undercurrent of risk, and the potential to rescue a kid. How dangerous could a bunch of high society people be? There would be traffickers there but their focus would be selling slaves. If Connie and Jason just did recon and then bought someone, their enemies would be none the wiser.
Perhaps this is the kind of missions we should do. Low risk…where I can tag along. Where I don't have to stay at home and worry. Where I can at least pretend to be part of the team. I finally did feel useful the other day, helping all those kids… rescuing David… there's something about this. It feels right. Like something I not only should do, but I can do. Filling an empty space I didn't know I had.
"It'll be fun to go shopping," said Connie.
"That's the spirit," said Ali. "These shops, they're like nothing else. Even Rakima doesn't have some of this high-end stuff. Some of the best in central Europe, in my opinion. I don't doubt you'll pick something gorgeous." He looked at Jason. "It's both easier and harder for men. I'll have to see if there's a dress code, but you can't go wrong with a charcoal suit with a dark shirt. An understated but subtly outstanding tie. Perhaps a tie that matches Connie's dress, proclaiming you're together so no one tries to steal either of you away." He glanced at Connie then Jason appreciatively. "If you were for sale…I bet you'd go for a lot of money."
"Well, that's never happening," said Jason.
"From just raw beauty alone—Connie is the clear winner. But you—" Ali brushed his arm—"have this particular charm that grows on you. Of course, chiseled good looks, but also…an indefinable something…would perhaps edge her out in price."
"You thinking of buying us?" said Jason lightly, yet with an undercurrent of challenge.
"Of course not. Slavery has no appeal for me. I want a willing partner. One who chooses to be with me…because they're enamored with me." He laughed.
The waiter came with their wine and appetizers. Connie didn't taste the wine; now that she'd stopped taking birth control on purpose, she didn't want to do anything that put a potential baby at risk. Perhaps she should act like she was pregnant already…seek out food that was extra healthy. A pang struck her heart. That's what she'd done that spring, when she'd learned she was pregnant. A jolt of pain stabbed her heart. She almost smothered it completely but then she remembered—moving forward didn't mean you stopped feeling loss. It just meant it didn't have any power to hold you down, crush you under its oppressive weight.
Instead, she let the beautiful surroundings and Jason's presence dull the ache. It still lingered, but drifted into the background, and she found herself enjoying the appetizers. The artichoke crisps were delicious and the cherry tarts were heavenly. What she didn't like was Ali's subtle innuendo, which she didn't know what to do with. She tried to ignore it—it was probably harmless flirting but at the same time it made her uncomfortable. She was also gratified at Jason's defense of her. What disturbed her more were the comments directed at Jason, the near-touches. She also tried to ignore them because perhaps she was mistaken…she wasn't used to such attentions being directed at him. If it wasn't just her imagination, though, the possessiveness was creepy. Probably nothing could come of it, and he probably intended no harm, but still.
Their appetizers devoured, they ordered the main course. Ali recommended the salmon, because it was wild caught in the river nearby. Jason ordered it, but Connie ordered the pot pie. That way, she and Jason could taste each other's dishes.
"You haven't touched your wine," said Ali. "Any particular reason you're abstaining? Your husband isn't averse to it." He looked at Jason, whose wine glass was poised in his hand, half-empty.
Connie didn't see any reason to avoid the answer now. Broadcast their love to anyone and everyone, even enemies. "I might be pregnant."
"Really?" His eyes lit up. "You haven't gotten a test yet, though?"
She looked at Jason and his eyes gleamed warmth into hers. "Since…I'm not taking birth control, you never know."
"That's wonderful! So you're not keen to wait, immerse in each other's presence for a bit."
She shook her head. The ache wrenched her heart, so keen, piercing she almost gasped. "We want kids." Her throat tightened.
"Not like you can't still enjoy each other with another little being around, but it'll be harder."
"Worth it, though," said Jason. "We'll still have lots of time together."
"Nine months, at least. I take it you cleared up your problem."
Jason's eyes sparked with alarm. "What problem."
"You know—the other day, at the Castle Hotel. You were out in the parking lot. While your beautiful bride waited inside."
"I told you, that's none of your business."
He smiled. "Of course not. But I can sense these things. There was a barrier between you when I first met you. It's gone now. Totally dissolved. You seem closer than ever before."
Connie slid her hand over Jason's arm. He belonged to her—and her alone. "We are."
"Love is a beautiful thing. I can see it, just—shimmering around you two. Almost tangible, an unbreakable bond—I haven't seen many like it. Even in newlyweds. It's special."
"You're right about that," said Jason.
"My intuition's legendary. It's the key to my success. And to my future spy career." He laughed. Took a sip of wine. "So—where'd you go?"
"What do you mean?"
"You said you're staying somewhere else."
"Right. We're staying in Rakima."
"A lovely city—teeming with business opportunities. But this—it's a better resort town. Why'd you leave?"
"We have friends in the capital."
"The capital's got the most variety. Nothing can compare to Valhad though. I mean— we've got a castle." He spread out one hand toward the window.
"It's nice to visit. It apparently has some corruption at its core."
"Every city does. But it's true, where there's money…there's entitlement. People think they can buy love! Perhaps they're not even under the illusion it's love. I'll never get it, though…wanting to control another person, crush their wills and minds…. Real love is a choice, and that's what I want. Something permanent, though—what you two have…eludes me. What attracts me to you, to be honest. You're more than the sum of your parts. Together, you make a whole."
A glow spread through Connie in spite of herself. Ali was perceptive…. And she'd never felt more whole than she did now.
The waiter brought their meals. Connie dug in—she was hungry. The pot pie was flaky with hearty insides… just how pot pie was supposed to be. And Jason fed her a forkful of salmon…it melted in her mouth. Best fish she'd ever tasted. The rest of the room faded away as he fed her more…. Then it was her turn to give him bites of pie and it delighted her to know she was giving him something just as mouthwatering.
During the rest of the dinner, they hashed out their basic approach. First, Ali would check around and hopefully find out where and when the auction was and get them in. Meanwhile, they'd buy clothes for the evening. If they had time after they went shopping, they could sightsee around town. Then they'd attend the auction if possible, glean any clues, perhaps a clue to the next one, and right before they left, they'd tip off the police about it. Hopefully the police would take it down…and if they didn't succeed, hopefully the organizers wouldn't connect it to them.
"See you in a few hours," said Ali, giving a mock salute and heading out the door. Jason paid their section of the bill, which wasn't as outlandish as Connie had expected, but still expensive, and then they walked arm in arm out to the car. Reluctantly, Connie said goodbye to the castle and she drove down into the city to the store Ali had recommended.
Connie felt a little out of place at first, because the store was so high-end—even the saleswoman was in a gorgeous outfit Connie doubted she could ever afford normally. She expected a little snootiness, but the saleswoman was courteous and helpful, and intuitive enough to sense that Connie only wanted help to a certain extent. Then she immersed in the experience, letting herself luxuriate in the beautiful fabrics, knowing almost no price was too high. Pretending this was just a way of life, that she was part of the elite. A good perspective, she realized, because she'd have to play that part in earnest soon. That set her heart beating hard but Jason's presence soothed her and he helped her pick out a shimmering green dress. It seemed a little ostentatious for being a secret agent, but she fell in love with it, even more so after she put it on. Jason's eyes lit up when he saw it, and that sealed the deal. She could keep the dress…and wear it for him, if nothing else.
He touched her bare shoulder. "It brings out the green in your eyes. I've never seen a dress like it." She almost yanked him into the dressing room for him to take off again…but this probably wasn't the place.
Instead, she got dressed in her jeans and tank top and helped him pick out his clothes, with the assistance of a salesman. They stuck close to Ali's recommendations, selecting a charcoal suit and shirt, then a green tie. The salesman narrowed it down to his favorites, parsing minute nuances in texture and cut which Connie couldn't quite catch, but which added up to a bit more money than the others. At least they didn't have to spare any expense…
But when she saw Jason in it, she forgot any thought of the money. He was drop dead gorgeous. He looked a little discomfited, fiddling with his tie, but she grasped it and pulled him to her. Leaned her forehead on his. "You look amazing."
"Really? I feel…a little awkward."
"No, trust me. It's just…marvelous." She slid her hand around his back, rubbed it. "It makes me scared, though."
"What?"
"The other girls will want to steal you away from me."
"They could never do that. Only if they dragged me, kicking and screaming…even then, I'd tear away and find my way back to you."
They walked out with their purchases into the bright late afternoon sunshine. As she stepped to the car, something struck her. "I'm glad that—" She stopped. She didn't want to think about it.
"What is it?"
She slid into the driver's seat and he slid in beside her. "Just that—seeing you in there. What if—you were going undercover as…a slave. And they sold you. Then—you couldn't get out."
"That's not what I'm doing."
"I know. It's just—how Ali mentioned selling us… And you talked about being dragged away by someone— it hit me with a horrible vision."
"Well, it's not about to come true. I don't think that kind of undercover would even work. There would have to be a rock solid exit strategy."
"I don't want any possibility of that happening."
"It is…scary what we're doing. But we'll be in the background. If Ali can get us in…." He looked troubled. "It's not like he provided the tip. Leon did. Unless they're all in cahoots somehow…. Which is a possibility…. Maybe you'd better stay in a hotel room tonight."
"I'm not letting you go alone. Besides. I just got this dress." She heaved it into the back; it rustled richly.
"It would be a shame to waste… but you could wear it somewhere else…"
"Or at home, for you."
"That would be—wonderful."
She rubbed his shoulder. "I'll wear it today. After the party's over, I'll have to take it off to go to bed. You can help me."
"Gladly." A smile tugged at his mouth.
She drove to a jewelry store a few blocks away.
"I do have my gun," he said. "If anything seems wrong… if anyone looks at you the wrong way, we're out of there."
"Okay."
"I'll protect you with my life."
"Jason—"
"I know. I'll protect myself if at all possible but if I have to put myself between you and harm's way…."
It unsettled her he'd consider that, but she'd do the same for him. They were getting uncomfortably close to actual human trafficking operations. At least this was something she could do. Watch in the background. Pretend to be a nefarious elite…. If Ali could get them in, there'd probably be minimal danger. Probably.
The kids are worth the risk, she told herself, recalling little Lexi, Tanya, and Mina. David, Nika, Ana…. So many others like them trapped in unimaginable horrors. The least she could do was go to a fancy party for them….
She picked out some delicate sapphire jewelry, a necklace and earrings which would complement her dress. By the time they got out, it was about 4:00 and Ali still hadn't called. Since they had some time, they decided to visit the castle.
Connie's heart thumped hard with excitement as she drove back up the mountain. Soon, she stopped in the parking lot, where the other visitors' cars shimmered with heatwaves in the rose-gold sunlight. They paid 30 minas each at the entrance, which was about $40. Then a guide took them and a small group on a tour from the dungeons to the rooftop. He explained how the castle had changed hands several times over the centuries, since it was built in the 1500s. It was a European king's, then the Ottomans took it over, and by the time Muldavia became an independent country at the turn of the 20th century, it was a Muldavian lord's. He owned it until his family fell on hard times during the Great Depression, then during World War II it was used as a military barracks. That did some damage to the fine tapestries and furniture, but fortunately a historian noted its value and lobbied to get it proclaimed a national landmark. It was opened as a tourist attraction in the 1960s and it was kept up with generous donations from the public.
They reached the roof, and the collapsed wall was visible on the other side of the castle. It had been destroyed during a World War II bombing.
The guide then left them to explore on their own. Connie peered over the edge of the parapet, clinging to the centuries-old stonework. Wind blew her hair back. Below, a waterfall poured from beneath the castle, a unique construction, the guide had said. Swept up in the romance of the place, she could easily imagine herself a princess…although she was now disillusioned of the perfect life inside a castle. It had been a hard life, and many people had lost their lives violently here, not only from war but from treachery and internal strife. And women had lost little babies from disease…. A man had committed suicide from this very battlement, tumbling into the waterfall below.
She turned away, her stomach flipping over, shoving away the images of that morbid history the guide had seemed to dwell on too much. There had been love here, and beauty… many years of peace. But that didn't make for a good story… tales of gruesome torture in the dungeons did. She looked at Jason, his hair swept back in the wind as he looked over the edge, his eyes alight. Happy he was feeling better, as she'd known the dungeon and the torture instruments there had bothered him more than he'd let on. She'd held his hand lightly, mindful of the wounds from just a few hours ago, letting love pour into him, soothe him. He had stopped trembling but the tension only left his body when they ascended into the wide open roof where he could breathe the fresh air.
She turned back to look over the edge, joining him in his exuberant reverie. Leaned against him companionably and they stood there in easy silence, as she left the darkness behind and simply enjoyed the view.
She leaned her head on his shoulder and he buried his fingers in her hair, then he kissed her and they swirled around the roof, heedless of any onlookers. She laughed as he lifted her up by her waist and spun her around then drew her close and they embraced and she drank in his scent, the wild glory of pines and mountain river.
Jason's phone rang, breaking the spell. She glimpsed the caller ID. It was Dana.
"Hi," said Jason. She sat on a stone bench beside him. "Did you find out anything?"
He was silent for a moment while Dana spoke; Connie could only hear the barest hint of her voice. Jason didn't give much away with his replies.
"Thank you," he said. "That's very interesting. You'll keep me posted?" A pause. "Good. Stay safe. Bye." He looked pensive as he hung up and slid the phone into his pocket.
"What is it? Or—is it secret?"
"Well… She didn't find out much, really. Doctor Farlin, the one who gave Nika the drug, turns out to be a ghost. There's no one by that name who's a doctor, certainly not one that works at Kovane Company. She's dug into their records, but so far they're squeaky clean."
"So…that angle's kind of a dead end."
"She's still investigating, considering going on a stakeout soon. She did find out something on the dark web." He pursed his lips, looked into the distance.
"What is it?"
"Just—there's rumors of a drug more potent than roxyen. It goes by many names, but one of the names is…" His voice fell to a whisper she could barely hear, "amina."
"What's that?"
He looked around, then huddled in close. "I doubt there are any listening devices here. But we can't talk about it anywhere else, okay? Even in the palace. Only somewhere we're sure there's no one listening in…like outdoors. Or in the shower." A wry smile tugged at his lips.
"It's that secret?" Her heart thumped hard in her throat.
He dropped his eyes, but fear emanated from him in tangible waves. "It's…why I got this in the first place." He brushed the scar on his cheek.
A gasp tore air from her lungs. Her heart thudded to the floor of her rib cage, shattering into painful shards. "Jason…."
"The drug. The weapon I held out against giving to Gray. I didn't even give him the name. I…did give him its capability. He's one of the few people who know about it. I thought. Now it's loose on the dark web. At least… Well. I know where it's hidden. Unless…" His eyes darted around the roof, which was mostly devoid of people now. A cloud swept over the westering sun, swathing them in shadow. "One of its creators could have let out the secret. That's the only other way I can think of. Otherwise…I'm burying it deep in my mind so no one can dig it up. There's no reason to let on it exists, unless someone finds it… then we're all in trouble."
"What does it do?"
"I don't want to put you in danger. Let's just say…it'd give Novacom a run for its money."
"That powerful!" Her stomach turned over, remembering the havoc that company had wreaked on Odyssey.
"At least it's just a rumor… people don't know it exists for real. Roxyen on the other hand….that's a more immediate concern. Hopefully it'll lead us to Yavesh. One of these leads has to follow through…."
They walked back down into the castle, though Jason seemed weighed down with the new revelation. She didn't blame him. The reason he'd been targeted in the first place, his beautiful body torn. She tried to distract him; his burden seemed to lift when she brought up their idea of finding a secluded place. Holding hands, they explored the castle until they reached a less populated area near the ruined tower. It reminded her of Beauty and the Beast, when Belle goes through dark shadows of the castle to the forbidden wing. She shed the ominous feeling that gave her; there was nothing sinister here, just a deserted space hit by bombs decades ago. There was, however, a sign that said "No Trespassing. Hazardous Area" in five languages. Sunbeams filtered through the open spaces between the boards, dust glittering, dancing like tangible magic.
Jason crept closer to the open area, and Connie joined him. Peering through the slats, she saw a vacant room drenched in sunlight, one wall collapsed and open to the sky. The floor was dusty and dead leaves skittered about in the light breeze like insects. It was desolate, but something about it drew her. A secret space, breathing history through the pores of stone. She longed to step inside but dared not.
A clanging noise. Jason was over by the door, pulling at it. He shook his head. "Won't open." He dug in his pocket, drew out his knife. "I could open it…."
"Don't!" She rushed over to him, clung to his arm.
His eyes danced as he glanced at her, then back at the door. "This is what we wanted…"
"But it's—forbidden! And it's a public place… we don't belong there." She hoped he was kidding. Part of her hoped he wasn't….
His hair was ruffled in an entrancing way, locks fallen over his forehead, glinting copper in the light. His enthusiasm was intoxicating. "You're probably right. It's a fantasy… a ridiculous whim. Perhaps illegal." He turned away.
She took his arm and they headed back the way they came. He flipped the knife over in his hand, holding it lightly in his bandaged palm. "Although…"
"Although?" she said, breathless.
"This is our chance. When will we get back here? No one has to know. There's absolutely no one around here."
"It could be dangerous…"
"I can handle a little danger." He caressed her cheek. She pressed closer, devouring the wonder of his excitement. It thrummed through her, catching like a contagion. She swirled back to the door with him. In a few twists, he had it open; they stepped through and he shut and locked it.
A thrill rushed through her, spreading over her arms and clutching her heart. They stepped over to the edge of the ruined wall, which was rather thick. The floor next to it looked sturdy. She walked to the edge of it with him, looking through the gap to the valley. Wind swept her hair back. It smelled of pine and damp earth… Not far away, the waterfall roared, and she caught a glimpse of its spray, sparkling golden. A bird flew above, its feathers sheened a deep indigo.
"Breathtaking." He squeezed her arm gently and rested his head against hers. Traced her fingers with his other hand.
"You're right—it's worth it. The roof is wonderful—but this is like our own secret place."
"Imagine living here."
"Oh—Jason, can we? Just stay here in this secret room…raise our kids in the castle, where no one can find us…. No evil can touch us…"
He kissed her cheekbone. "It'd be wonderful. They kids would have fun. But—we might need to go to a hospital sometime. And then there's things like food…."
"I know we can't do it. But it's fun to think about. If we could transplant Odyssey here… or transplant this castle…"
"Shall I see if we can move the castle home?"
"Oh, yes, Jason—let's do that!"
"I'd love to give you a castle. Unfortunately, I think my funds are a little short at the moment…."
She leaned her head on his shoulder. Pressed her hand against his chest, reveling in the firm, sculpted muscles. Lower, adoring each curve and dip of his strong abs through the thin fabric of his shirt. He gazed at her, love blazing in his eyes. Their lips met. Slow, decadent, the kiss sent desire rippling through her. He pulled her close, and, her back to the view, she gloried in the soft, insistent pressure of his lips. His impossibly delectable mouth. She couldn't get enough of it. His body, packed with muscle, pressed tightly to hers; she still couldn't get close enough. Wrapped her arms around him, thrust her hands into his hair, as he backed against the wall. His furious passion sparked against hers, glowing ever brighter. She slid her hands beneath his shirt, scrolling it upwards.
"Are you sure?" he asked. "Someone could come…"
"I don't care. I want you, my love."
Her hands fell to his belt buckle, fumbling to slide it apart. He caught her arm. "Hey—maybe we better wait."
"I don't want to wait."
He nudged his head toward the gaps in the wall. "Someone could see… someone as curious as we are…."
Her shoulders slumped, disappointment dragging at her. Of course, she could be with him later… but she wanted him now, here, in this marvelous place.
He grasped her hand, pulled her into the adjoining room and shut the door, although it fit rather crookedly. "Here, on the other hand…"
"Jason—"
He smiled. He was beautiful always, but when he smiled—it was like brilliant light lancing into her soul. Oh how she loved him! She longed to burn him down with love. Let him blaze through her until only ashes remained.
There was actually a small, ancient bed in the corner of the room, with remnants of a mattress. It didn't look especially tantalizing; instead, they knelt on the red shag rug in front of the fireplace, the sun a glowing globe, sheening his hair and skin. He slid off his shirt, and she gasped at his beauty.
She explored his chest, her fingers playing over his muscles, lightly brushing them in a way that made him gasp. Kissed his scars, letting him know how she loved them in case he needed a reminder, giving him healing love in case they pained him. No guilt at all now… only longing to please him, and to feel the full force of his love.
He looked at her questioningly, and, sensing what he was asking, she nodded. Yes. Everything he had to give. She leaned against the stone of the fireplace, cold against her back. The slight discomfort only provided an exhilarating contrast with his beauty, the love in his eyes devouring her.
He slid her shirt upwards. She leaned forward a little so he could tug it off of her arms. It fluttered to the floor beside the fire, like detritus from its ashes.
Awe flooded his face—it never failed to amaze and amuse her how much wonder he felt when seeing her body. She leaned back, enhancing it for him.
"Let me know what you want, okay?" he said.
"Surprise me."
He grinned. "I can do that."
Longing writhed through her. She displayed herself for him, parting her lips slightly as she leaned against the fireplace.
He kissed her stomach, her waist. His hands pressed to her back. Kisses blitzed over her chest. Another fiery kiss on her lips, then her forehead. He buried his hand in her hair, cradling her head as he rained gentle kisses down on her face. She laughed and squirmed with delight. He gathered her closer; she let him bring her to his lap, to gain easier access to her skin. And his blue eyes, gazing down on her, matched the heavens above… only they were richer blue, their depths brimming with so much love it made her heart ache. Tears sprang to her eyes. She could never hope to deserve him… his beauty, his love. But now… she could surrender to it and enjoy it, no shreds of the past in their way.
She knelt beside him, and her hands fell to his belt.
"Connie—"
"I want your child, remember?"
He nodded, his eyes suffering with longing. She slowly pulled off his belt, savoring the sweet ache of patient waiting.
A shadow fell over them. She jumped, dropped the belt as if it were a hot coal; it was still halfway out of the belt loops. She scrambled for her shirt, thankful that was all she'd taken off. Mortification flooded her in a heatwave, and she huddled away from the stranger's gaze, covering herself.
"What are you doing in here?" said the man, who looked in his early seventies. "You know this place is off limits. Or can't you read? Some of these foreigners who don't even know basic Muldavian or English…."
"I—it's—" Jason struggled to come up with an explanation. "I'm sorry."
"What are you, young teens who can't control your raging hormones?"
"I—I'm sorry. We got…carried away."
"I'll say you did." The man softened his expression a little. "Newlyweds, eh? Can't keep your hands off each other?"
Jason nodded.
"I admit—this castle brings out the romance in people. But still. Have some decency. This is a public place."
"We won't do it again." He looked at Connie. She shook her head.
"You do know this place is unstable, right? You shouldn't be here."
"We'll leave."
"I'll let you…get dressed."
She couldn't believe she'd gotten so carried away… but then… it was Jason. He swept everything else into significance. Her appetite for him, since her absence, had only increased. Shot to an almost impossible height by this incredible place.
She pulled her shirt back on, while Jason threaded his belt back on and tugged his shirt over his shoulders. She couldn't help but gasp at glimpses of Jason's beautiful skin disappearing beneath the fabric…and wish that they'd have gotten further before being found out.
The man led them out; she shrank away from his scathing glances. Then, to add to her embarrassment, two guards escorted them out of the castle. "It's either this, or pay a fine," said the caretaker.
"I wonder…if they'll ever let us back," she said, as she climbed into the driver's seat.
"At least we got to see it once."
"We shouldn't have done that. But it was…delicious."
He kissed her hand. "My queen. So much more left to do…."
"We'll have to pick a more…appropriate place."
"That spice of danger… I could hardly resist it. But we took it a bit too far… not that I regret anything I do with you. But no more trespassing. I'd love to give you a special place, though…a tang of danger without it being wrong."
"Not like I ever need more than you, but it is fun to have different backgrounds…"
"Kisses are enough. In public places." He smiled. "Those have to be the basic boundaries. It's fun to just make love on a whim…but that won't always be possible."
"I want to give you so much love—feel your love— like half of the day at least."
He smiled and caressed her arm. A promise of things to come…. She hoped that they weren't delayed indefinitely…. Irrational fear hit her that she'd never be able to make love to Jason again. Even though it might seem like endless stretches of time, it would probably only be a few hours. She could wait that long. Give him touches, kisses in the meantime. Give him other tangible tokens of love…like drive while his hands healed.
Just as she was about to start the car, Jason's phone rang. He turned on speakerphone.
"We're in," said Ali.
"Really?" said Jason.
"It took some doing. I almost didn't get us in in time."
"When is it?"
"One hour."
"Wow, that's—not long."
"Good thing I started when I did. People around it are remarkably close-mouthed. I get why, but still. A lot of them know me. I had to show them some assurances, lock myself in with some cash, make a blood pact—"
"What?"
"Not really. Almost. There's also an added article of anonymity. It was added recently, apparently. Everyone's supposed to wear masks."
"So we need to buy them?"
"I took the liberty of getting some for you. They have certain specifications. I got you a hotel, too."
"You didn't need to do that."
"You need somewhere to get dressed, don't you? Or do you want to do it behind a bush?"
"You're right. Thank you."
"If the event goes late, this way you have a place for the night."
"That's very generous of you."
"I want to help. I've got the money, so…. Seeing what others in my orbit are up to—it's unspeakable. This needs to stop."
"Hopefully we can stop it tonight."
"It'll be thrilling to play an important part! I knew I was rich for a reason." He chuckled. "I'll meet you at the hotel as soon as you get there, okay?"
"What hotel is it?"
"The same hotel you stayed at the other day. So it should be…pretty familiar. I tried to get what room you stayed at, for your reminiscences' sake, but the manager wouldn't let on. Said you didn't even stay there—but of course he was protecting your anonymity. Money can't buy the virtuous—they make the world go round. See you in a few minutes?"
"Okay." Jason pressed 'off', looking troubled.
She thought she knew what bothered him. "He found out you weren't there."
"But he did have an explanation. The thing is… is he only pretending he believed the manager? Did he even ask the manager—and he's playing mind games…. Perhaps we should just get out of here."
"We would be trapped if he told them about us. But maybe…if you let the police know ahead of time…"
"It can be a safeguard. I hope they won't tip off the traffickers."
He called the police as she drove down to Valhad. They were skeptical at first, but then they seemed to come around after he convinced them he knew the king. They agreed to break in to the party if Jason didn't call or text check in within an hour, and to perform a raid when he let them know it was the right time. Connie felt better after that, though her heart still pounded in restless anticipation mixed with a significant dose of dread.
They headed into the hotel; the lobby alone was beautiful, with a glittering chandelier and lush scarlet carpets. Their room was a large suite on the 4th floor that overlooked the castle, which glowed golden in the sunlight. She couldn't help but feel a little wistful… and wish against all practicality that they could transplant a castle to Odyssey.
But then…Odyssey didn't have the best history with castles….
Our house is good enough. I'm getting a bit spoiled with all these castles and palaces… It's not like we need a bigger place, even if we have kids.
When we have kids.
She found herself hoping desperately that she was pregnant…that she bore a little baby inside her…. Although if it got dangerous, it might not be the best time yet.
They got dressed and he stepped back to admire her, his jaw dropping. "That dress, Connie—it fits you in all the right ways. I…don't know if I'll be able to keep my eyes off you."
"Maybe I should stay in."
"You're meant to be seen! But I'll fight off any man who gets too close…."
"Just so you don't make a scene." She kissed his temple.
"That wouldn't be good for the mission. We're already blending in with these extravagant clothes. Otherwise, we need to stay in the background."
She nodded, her throat tight, her heart a hard fist in her chest.
Someone knocked on the door and Jason let Ali in. His eyes widened when he saw them. "Wow. You outdid yourselves. This is—fantastic. A little less understated than I expected… but you picked something that fit you, so…that's what counts in this world. That dress…I could worship at your feet. That suit—snug and cool, with the nonchalant air of the super-rich. I think you've pulled it off."
"This isn't my first rodeo," said Jason.
"Yes…of course. It's a fine art, though, fitting in with the elite… And Connie. You've never done this and yet…the poise and elegance! You'll be a perfect distraction."
"We need to get going," said Jason.
"Didn't I tell you? The party's at this hotel. So we have about fifteen minutes to kill. I think I better use that time to give you a few pointers."
Ali let them know how to act and what procedure to go through to get in. It made Connie nervous; she hoped she didn't trip on her dress. At least it didn't have as long a skirt as the dress she wore to the party in DC. And she had the good sense to wear shorter heels. If worse came to worst and she had to run…. Well…maybe it'd be best if she just took her shoes off….
Her heart pounded harder with each tick of the clock. Her nervousness built to a crescendo as they were about to walk out the door; she didn't know if she could do it. Her breaths came in quick gasps.
Jason laid his hand on her shoulder, steadying her a little. "You don't have to go. You could stay here, watch TV, get room service…"
It was tempting. And the room service here was probably extraordinary. But something impelled her. She didn't want to leave him, for one. And she wanted to be there for the enslaved kids. Even if there was a risk.
As long as she was able to help Jason and not endanger him, she wanted to be by his side.
She shook her head. "I'm okay." She took his hand.
He whispered, "Let's pretend to be newlyweds. That can be our cover."
A smile spread across her face. "That won't be too hard."
"We can be absorbed in each other. What they won't know is that…we're looking for clues at the same time."
"Good approach!" said Ali, slapping Jason on the back. He handed them each their masks, which they would put on in the elevator. Then they stepped out into the hallway. The carpet deadened the click of her heels. It was unnaturally silent, like the dread building up in a horror movie…the walls warping slightly, curving in on her…
The elevator at the end of the hallway dinged open. She stepped inside, Jason's arm holding her up. Ali's grin disappeared behind a lion mask. Jason slipped a peacock mask over her eyes, tying the ribbons in the back. Then, he covered his face with an owl mask.
The doors opened on a dim conference room set with tables, a chandelier scattering random rainbows on the floor. In the front of the room was an empty stage hung with a red velvet curtain. Waiters meandered around the room, carrying silver platters of wine glasses and hors d'oeuvres.
It looked like a normal hotel conference. Of course, the heart of it was evil, but strangely there seemed no sinister vibes here. People laughed and talked, though they seemed a little subdued, and on closer glance they were all in rich garb. Her gown was almost understated compared with a lot of them, many encrusted with jewels. At least she wasn't totally out of place. She could blend in—if she avoided talking to anyone. People were trying to keep their identity secret, so being standoffish probably wouldn't stand out….
Ali headed to the man standing near the elevator flanked by large guards, and handed over his ticket, printed with "Ali Dogan and Two Guests". Then, he typed a password into the device the man held out. Jason and Connie did the same. Then Jason guided her a few tables down to one near the back. It was empty otherwise; she hoped no one came to join them. It was almost 6:30, so not many more would probably arrive.
Ali sat next to Jason. "This should be interesting. Just follow my lead," he said in a low voice, leaning over the table.
"What do you mean?" said Jason.
"You're newbies here."
"So are you."
"To this party, maybe. But there are certain subtleties of this world… even I have some…problems keeping up at times." He narrowed his eyes. "Good thing we don't have to do much. Just stay in the shadows. Watch. And be decorative." His eyes gathered them both appreciatively. Then he looked up at the stage, speaking in a slightly louder tone. "It should start any minute. It'll be fascinating to see what beauties they have this year. Just to watch… fun to admire each of them, though I'll only be taking one home. Maybe two. Too bad you're not for sale." He laughed. "I wouldn't have to wait and choose—I know what I want."
"You said—"
Ali shook his head and mouthed what looked like, Play along.
"What a challenge it would be to tame two! But what a fun interplay…. Perhaps not even taste them but admire the beauty of two living statues." He licked his lips.
She turned away, unsettled. Was it really an act…or was he planning to take them down, enslave them… A chill raced through her. She hugged Jason's arm tightly. He responded by nuzzling her ear, her neck. She didn't want their love tainted by this place…but then… it was him—how could she resist any offer. His presence would drown out this place, not the other way around.
She leaned into his touch. Softly, slowly, caressed his fingers, while she tried to block out Ali's leer.
A waiter brought wine and hors d'oeuvres. She nibbled at a cracker and then braved the escargot in the middle. It was cold and rubbery; she fought the urge to spit it out. Chewed it a few more times, her stomach lurching, then swallowed with a gulp. No…she wasn't going to try any more.
Jason brought her onto his lap, kissed her, the feathers of his mask tickling her nose. She laughed, then choked back a squeal. Don't bring any attention to him! Tone it down. Stay part of the backdrop. She stayed on his lap, though, and he held her close, sliding his finger delicately up her arm. She returned the favor by tracing the back of his neck, up and down his spine, as low as she could go before the fabric blocked her. She longed to see more of him—but elsewhere, not shrouded by this darkness, this encroaching dread, like pounding drums mounting to a fever pitch, a ritual of death.
She looked around for clues but wasn't sure what she was looking for. Immersing in him while also keeping watch… surreptitiously, she hoped. Being a spy was rather fun….if a bit too close to the precipice of danger for her liking.
Subtle piano music drifted over the audience and the murmur of conversation dulled. The lights dimmed further, leaving just a faint chandelier glow. Then, a spotlight appeared on stage. A man strode out; he wore a dark violet suit and golden tie. "Welcome to the Grande Premiere Slave Auction! We've selected the most premium produce for you, the ultimate variety to choose from. No matter what your taste or desire, we have it! What's more, these gorgeous girls and boys have been carefully shaped for your pleasure, carved into true masterpieces—the ultimate addition to any home. We make sure to keep your details discreet, so you're free to enjoy your new slave at your leisure! And now, without further ado, let's start this auction with the first entry!"
He spread out his arm, and the curtain parted. Connie's stomach dropped. From now on, she'd have to pretend to be at least partly into this abomination….
Watch for kids, she thought, who I can help. I'll have to restrain myself from running up there and snatching them away… Hopefully the police will follow through… They'd buy one in case they didn't—rescue at least one person. Though she didn't know how she could leave the others behind.
The first slave to be auctioned was a young man. He had golden curls and was of a strong, slim build, enhanced by a loose white shirt and holey jeans. He turned around for the audience, displaying himself in an elaborate but a rather rehearsed manner. Looking closer, she realized dread wracked his form, and his eyes were haunted, despairing. Her heart ached for him.
When he did a 'demonstration', she closed her eyes and tried to shut out the lecherous cheers from the audience. At least one person wasn't watching his humiliation…
The auctioneer rattled off some numbers and the young man stood as still as a statue, his hands behind his back, his head slightly bowed. People raised their hands at each new price. Connie wondered if she should buy him…he needed her. But kids would need her even more. It broke her heart to see him sold to a large man two tables down, although he didn't join him yet, but stepped back behind the curtain.
Another person emerged. This time, it was a young woman. She had vast amounts of golden hair that tumbled over her shoulders. She wore elaborate shimmering green and blue makeup and a sheer white gown that was almost transparent. Horror spread through Connie at this. To have to parade up there hardly wearing anything… but she was headed somewhere even worse.
She whispered in Jason's ear. "Can we buy her?"
"Sure."
"Can't we buy all of them?"
He shook his head, looking just as distressed as she felt. She knew they didn't have the money…but how could she leave them to this fate? She wanted to rescue that young man who'd just been sold….
The young woman did a seductive dance and then the auctioneer announced the starting bid. Fifteen thousand. Shakily, Connie raised her hand. The bidding climbed higher and got more frenzied—Connie dropped out after one hundred thousand, knowing they didn't have that much. Her heart sank as the high bidder, at $300,000, won the auction.
"Hey," said Ali. "If I'd known you wanted to buy a slave, I'd have given you some money."
"That's okay," said Jason. "I'd rather buy them myself."
"You'd be hard pressed to get any under one hundred thousand. One of the lower grade slaves, maybe."
"How do you know?" said Jason, an undercurrent of suspicion in his voice.
"I know auctions. Especially high end ones. A lot of the bidding is just for show—to be as ostentatious as possible. Some of them may not actually have the cash. If you're able to wait until the end, you can probably make a back room deal. Otherwise, if you don't have enough for the one you want, I can pitch in."
Jason whispered to Connie, "That might be a good idea. Maybe we could rescue more that way. But… it'd mean waiting to call the police. Some people will probably leave by then."
"Not the main people, right?"
"The organizers will probably still be here."
"So…save the money for the end?"
"Maybe." He whispered even softer. "I do seem to remember something similar from antique auctions…."
"Mind if I join you?" said a voice to her left. She jumped.
"Oh, didn't mean to startle you," said the large man who'd bought the first slave. Connie was glad for the mask because she didn't know if she could hide her revulsion. "You're so into each other I doubt you'd hear a bomb go off." He chuckled. He wore a bear mask and steel gray suit with a deep indigo tie. "Since I purchased my slave already, I'd like to enjoy the rest of the show with some company. If you don't mind."
"Of course not," said Ali heartily. "Welcome."
"Thank you." He sat down. "I'm Bob, by the way."
Connie and Jason introduced themselves with aliases, while Ali gave his first name.
"They've outdone themselves this time," said Bob.
"I wouldn't know, I'm new here," said Ali.
"Oh—then this is a treat. Though without the contrast, you can't truly appreciate how spectacular this is. Not that the previous auctions were low class; they've always selected the best products—it's just that this one raises the bar even higher. Premiere is the only auction I'll go to anymore. The others look dingy in comparison."
"There are others?" said Connie without thinking. Her cheeks burned. She hoped she hadn't given herself away.
"Oh, yes, little lady. I take it you're new too."
She nodded.
"I'm a veteran of these auctions. So let me know if you have any questions. What are you looking for, by the way?"
"We'll know it when we see it," said Jason.
"Same here. I saw that boy up there and—I just had to take him. I do tend to wear them out quickly, but he looks like he can take a few blows and not shatter. Such an exquisite creature. I want more than just a few tastes." He laughed.
Connie wanted to block him out, but she had to play her part. See if she could learn something. She'd already learned there were more auctions. "Do you usually get one at a time?"
"That's how I like it. Focus on one beautiful young man…give him the full force of my love. A lot of times, they burn out in a few weeks. What can I say. I'm a forceful personality—and there's a lot of me." He patted his stomach.
Disgusted, she leaned back against Jason, seeking solace in his light, a beacon among these malevolent shadows.
"This place is intoxicating, isn't it? Or is this just your normal state." He laughed.
"It's our honeymoon," said Jason. Connie sat down in the seat between Jason and Ali, at least partly blocking Bob out.
"Maybe it'll last… some people are always into each other. Don't get me wrong— I like it. Love is a beautiful thing, it shouldn't be hidden. I do wish I could show my love to my slaves out in public, but alas, our culture hasn't progressed that far. I have to admit, there's a certain spice in the secrecy. Maybe it'd lose its allure without the excitement of hiding him. I could at least bring him to this… Hm. With all the fun you're having… I hope that my slave lasts till the next auction. I'd be able to show off my love while I watch beauty onstage and pick another one… Two beautiful boys at home… now that's a thought." He leaned back, his expression blissful.
She was almost relieved to be able to focus back on the auction. There was a girl on stage now. She looked Turkish, and her hair and half her face were hidden by a glittering veil. She wore a modest purple dress. But then, an assistant began unwrapping her, starting with her shawl. She knelt on the stage, begging them to stop, but they of course ignored her pleas and at last revealed a skimpy golden bikini. They made her stand and twirled her around. She danced, flourishing her veil, though she didn't stop weeping.
"Some people like that kind of wilting flower," said Bob. "Or they want to pound their former oppressors into the ground. Muldavians have a long memory."
"Where are you from?" said Jason.
"No personal questions, remember?"
"Oh, right."
"My accent does give me away, I suppose, as a fellow countryman, but I'm more a citizen of the world than anything. I do envy you your newness. Nothing like looking on something with fresh eyes. What kind of slave are you looking for in general?"
"We're looking for someone to help us around the house," said Connie, not wanting him to get the impression they were like him. "A little girl, probably."
"This isn't exactly the auction for that." He looked at them, brow furrowed.
"We were curious…we've heard rumors," said Jason. "Who knows, we might pick up something."
"Think you might want a little decorative maid… who might add some spice to your love lives? As if you need it."
"Could be a boy too. Or both."
"Maybe watch them together?"
"Maybe," said Jason. If she didn't know him so well, she doubted she'd catch the revulsion disguised in his voice.
"I haven't seen any kids yet," she said.
"There's another one for kids. Here we mostly get teens, young adults."
"Where's the one for kids?"
"Not sure. I'm not into that." He turned his attention to the stage, where an assistant led out a young man. He looked in his twenties, and he wore only ragged pants, displaying his muscled torso. His hands were bound in chains and he looked fierce, unsubdued. He tugged on the handcuffs, growling as the assistant pushed him forward. After another shove, he knocked the assistant down. Two more people rushed onstage and yanked on his chains, tugging him to the ground. The man who'd fallen dragged a whip from backstage and slashed it into the young man's back. He screamed. Blood splattered the floorboards.
Sickened, Connie turned to Jason. His jaw was set and he looked aghast. She rubbed his arm, whispered in his ear. "Are you okay?"
He nodded, though his whole body was tense, like a taut string about to snap. Gently, she rubbed his hand, tracing the scars. He looked at her, love sweeping away the pain in his eyes, and leaned his forehead against hers. In this dark place, they found a cove of solace away from the storm. The pain of the man outside of it tugged at her, but her priority was soothing Jason's soul.
The whipping stopped. She kept her arm around his as the auction continued. More young men and women paraded in front of them, performing degrading acts, some of them beaten when they weren't obedient enough. She almost raised her hand for each of them, then remembered making a deal to get more than one.
Next, the curtain parted and a young woman stepped out. But she wasn't alone. She held a little baby in her arms.
Shock shot through Connie's heart. Were they selling the baby too? Or would they separate her from the baby? Either way, it was unthinkable.
The girl had shoulder-length red hair, and her baby's hair was a matching flare of flame. She wore a blue dress and rocked the baby back and forth, humming. Kissed his forehead, tears streaming down her cheeks, streaking her mascara.
"Two for one, here, folks!" said the auctioneer. "A mother—and baby! Unique, spectacular! Many diverse things I bet you can think of for this special pair. A lot of good years ahead of her— if you treat her like the fragile flower she is. Or break her—it's your choice. Such a versatile slave! She's trained to please your every whim. Only drawback—she's damaged goods, so you can't turn back the clock! She also has some scars some might consider disfiguring. That's why we've got a two for one deal here. But an extremely special girl, producer of strong healthy babies. Hey, why don't you show them your scars."
Reluctantly, the girl turned, her back to the audience. An assistant took a knife and cut down the back of her dress, revealing a horrific mass of scars. Jason turned away, masking it as a kiss, although his lips were cold and stiff. He swallowed, his hands trembling. "I—"
"It's okay. I'm here." She caressed his face. He leaned against her and she buried her hand in his hair. "Could we buy her?" she asked when the auctioneer began the bid at ten thousand.
"Why didn't I think of that? So—crushed by this—not even thinking of them— Of course—we don't want to risk her and the baby getting separated."
Connie raised her hand at each bid. It got to $200,000 and she didn't stop. Jason said he'd figure something out, so they didn't have to depend on Ali.
Finally, it ended at $250,000. And they "owned" a girl and her baby.
Bob seized Jason's shoulder and shook him. Connie felt him tense up again. "Congratulations! Your first slaves. And a pair of them! You got your kid, even though he's a bit young. It's a good deal, if you ask me. Those blemishes—just superficial."
"We think she's very special," said Jason.
"I could tell—all that whispering while she was up there. You found your treasure. I envy you your first slave—nothing like it. When it starts to get routine…well. Time to mix it up. I've got two amazing boys. Time to collect." He headed off.
Connie leaned back in her chair, exhausted. Happy that that man was gone and the auction was over. And that she'd rescued a girl—and her baby. But they still had to get them out of here.
"I can still pitch in," said Ali.
"I think we've got it," said Jason. "But if you'd like to do some back room deals…"
"Ah—something I'm eminently familiar with. I'm on it."
"I'll pay you back."
"Don't mention it." He headed off toward the backstage door.
Jason texted the police. Then he stood, looking weary behind his mask, but at the same time excitement quivering through him. "Let's pick her up. Get her out of here before…any upheaval."
Connie nodded.
They headed to the backstage area. Ali was in the corner, haggling with a man for one of the slaves. The slaves were all lined up against the wall, as if they were waiting for the third act of a play. But they looked exhausted, trembling with fear. Some of them, like the young man who'd been whipped, were still burning with defiance. Toward the end of the line was the red haired young woman, a guard holding her by a chain. She cradled her baby close, kissing him, sobs wracking her body.
Jason paid, partly on credit. Then he said, "We'll take her up to our room."
"As you wish." The guard tugged the girl over to the elevator, gripping her arm hard.
"I've got it," said Jason, and took the chain and key. He guided her firmly but gently into the elevator; she stumbled inside.
Connie leaned back against the elevator wall while Jason unchained the girl.
"Thank you," she said, her voice choked with tears. She looked up at him, desperate. "Will you sell my baby?"
"No. We won't sell him."
"Oh, thank you!"
"What's your name?" said Connie.
"Natasha. But you can call me anything you like." She hung her head.
"What's your baby's name?"
"Dmitri."
"That's a lovely name."
Natasha looked at her, startled, as if wondering why she'd treat her with kindness. "Dima for short," she said quietly as the elevator door opened.
They walked down the hallway and made it to their room. Natasha hung back, as if unsure how they wanted her to act.
"It's okay," said Jason. "I won't hurt you. We bought you because… we want to free you."
"What?" Her eyes widened, uncomprehending.
"You're free now," said Connie, her voice catching. "Your baby won't ever remember slavery."
"Really?" Wonder dawned on her face. Then suspicion clouded it. "Or is this another way to mess with me." She shrank away, shielding her baby, who stirred in her arms.
"No, we don't want to hurt you," said Jason. "We want to help you as much as we can."
She shook her head. "This can't be real. This has to be a dream. Or just part of the same nightmare…."
"I get why you'd feel like that. The light looks blinding when you've been in the dark so long." He backed away. "If my presence makes you uncomfortable, I can leave."
"It…wasn't just men who hurt me. I don't mind… if you're really trying to help. I… this is too good to be true. I heard about rescues… I longed for it, especially for Dima. But it never came true. There was a police raid when we got separated from Nika… I thought maybe I could get away then. But I…I couldn't. I wasn't strong enough." Her breath caught.
"Did you say—Nika?" said Connie.
Natasha took a step forward. "Do you know her?"
"She has brown hair, dark eyes… she was pregnant too."
"Yes, that sounds like her! She…just told me she was pregnant before we left. I was almost ready to have my baby. Did you rescue Nika?"
"No, we didn't," said Connie.
"Oh." Natasha sank down on the bed.
"She's safe though! I met her at a women's shelter. She just got an ultrasound. Her baby's healthy."
"Oh! I'm so—so happy!" She buried her head in her hands. Her baby stirred and began to cry. She laid him on the bed and lay down next to him, cuddling him close as she wept. The baby quieted and seemed to drift off to sleep again.
Connie let her have her space and went in the bathroom to get changed, while Jason did the same. He was half-dressed when the police called. "I'll be right down," he said, and pulled on his T-shirt.
He turned to Connie. "You'll be okay here with her?"
She nodded. "What is it?"
"They want my help. I was the one who tipped them off. They probably want to ask me some questions."
"It won't be dangerous?"
"Probably not. They'll want to perform the raid themselves."
She wasn't entirely convinced he'd be kept out of the line of fire. Her heart wrenched in her chest as he kissed her goodbye.