and stopped the approaching aristo in his tracks with a steady gaze and a raised eyebrow. The young man bowed formally, keeping his hand well away from the sword at his side. He was dressed well but unimaginively, his long metallic hair already out of fashion. His blandly handsome face was studiously unreadable.
'Sir Deathstalker, my apologies for imposing on you, but there is someone nearby desires to make your acquaintance.'
'Then that makes him pretty much unique in this company,' Owen said easily. 'Who might this someone be?'
'It is the lady Constance Wolfe. She wishes to speak with you urgently, on a matter of some importance to you both. May I lead you to her?'
Hazel frowned. 'Constance Wolfe? Don't think I know her. What relation is she to Valentine?'
'Technically speaking, she's his mother,' said Owen, letting the aristo wait. 'She married Valentine's father, Jacob, late in his life. With Valentine on the run, Daniel missing, and Stephanie discredited, Constance runs Clan Wolfe these days. I've never met the woman; can't think what we might have in common. Still, I'd better go see what she wants. Never know when you might learn something useful.'
'Watch your back,' said Hazel. 'She's still a Wolfe.'
Owen grinned, nodded goodbye to Toby and Flynn, and allowed the increasingly impatient young aristo to lead him through the crowd to where Constance Wolfe stood waiting. As always she was surrounded by male admirers, from the highest in Society to the merely very rich. Constance had only just entered her twenties but was already a breathtaking beauty, on a world noted for its beautiful women. She was tall and blond, with the body and grace of a goddess, but for all the cheerful chatter around her, her perfect face remained cool and unresponsive, her occasional smile merely a matter of form. She looked up as Owen approached, and he thought for a moment he saw something very like relief in her deep blue eyes as she made her excuses to her admirers and drifted forward to meet him.
Owen bowed, and she curtsied, and then they stood for a moment looking at each other. Without turning her head, Constance dismissed her messenger with a brief wave of the hand. He bowed stiffly and moved reluctantly away to join the small army of admirers, who immediately began a quiet but animated discussion, while glaring openly at Owen. He chose to ignore them, knowing that would irritate them the most. Constance sighed.
'That was Percy Furey. He adores me, and I take advantage of it disgracefully. But then so many men have declared their undying love for me since my Jacob died that I find it hard to take any of them seriously. When you're as rich and well appointed as I am, it's amazing how adorable one becomes. I have only ever loved one man, my dear Jacob, and his death has not changed that. But a woman alone cannot hope to survive long in this changing Empire without powerful friends and supporters, so I let them cluster around me, and reward them with the occasional smile or encouraging nod. As long as they still think they have a chance with me, they'll make my enemies theirs, and thus I have a certain amount of security, if not safety. I trust I don't shock you with my frankness, sir Deathstalker?'
'Not at all,' said Owen, charmed in spite of himself. 'Such honesty is refreshing in this day and age. Perhaps you could continue the openness and explain precisely what I can do for you. I confess I'm not entirely sure what you might have in common with a man who's sworn to kill your son.'
'Valentine? Kill the degenerate, with my blessings. He brings shame to the House of Wolfe and always has. I have reason to believe he murdered his own father.'
Owen raised an eyebrow. 'Now, that I hadn't heard. Though I can't say it surprises me. I've always considered Valentine capable of anything.'
'I am the Wolfe these days,' said Constance. 'Even though I'm only a member of the Family by marriage. There is no one else. But it's hard to be the head of a largely discredited Clan. My people are still loyal, as much to me personally as to the Family, but how long they will hold out in the face of ever increasing pressure and bribes I don't know. I need your help, sir Deathstalker.'
'In what way?' said Owen. 'You must know I'm not exactly popular among the powers that be. What influence I have is strictly limited. And if all you want is a bodyguard, allow me to point out that there are any number of excellent fighters looking for work now the rebellion's over.'
'No, that isn't what I want from you.' Constance frowned and shook her head slowly. 'This isn't easy for me, sir Deathstalker, so please… make allowances for me, and permit me to approach this in my own way.'
'Of course. But please, call me Owen. I've never been much of a one for the formalities.'
Constance smiled briefly. 'So I've heard. Very well. It will make things simpler. And you must call me Constance.' She turned away for a moment, composing her thoughts, and then turned back, her face quietly determined. 'My life… has not gone the way I thought it would. You can understand that feeling, I'm sure. When I married Jacob Wolfe, I thought my life's path was set out before me. I'd have children by Jacob, raise them for him, and walk by his side all my days. And then he was dead, murdered, and my new Family was rocked by one blow after another, and I… was left alone. I had to take charge of my own life, something I'd never done before, and had no training for. But it's amazing what you can do when you have to. I learned by doing. And I grew up fast, because the alternatives were poverty or death, and quite possibly both. It made me stronger. It also made me hard, ruthless, and someone I'm not always sure I approve of. You see, Owen, we have a lot in common, after all. That's why I want you to marry me.'
Owen stared at her. He was sure his mouth was hanging open, but he didn't seem to be able to do anything about it. Whatever he'd been expecting when he strolled so casually over to join Constance, this sure as hell wasn't it. The impulse to turn and run and lose himself in the crowd was almost overpowering, but he fought it down. Apart from shockingly bad manners, it wouldn't do for word to get around that he ran from anything. He managed to force his mouth closed and swallowed hard.
'Why me?' he said finally, and just a little plaintively.
Constance shrugged. 'It's clear I must marry someone, and after much thought I've decided you are the best choice. We have much in common, we're both of old, established bloodlines, and I need someone untouched by the evil and corruption that has swallowed up so much of our class. I need someone I can trust. My position as head of Clan Wolfe is… precarious, and with my Jacob gone, I see no reason to remain in a Family I no longer have any stake in. It wouldn't be a love match, I know, but we both have a duty to marry well and continue our lines. We would make a strong alliance, Owen. You have made your Family name honorable again. I would be proud to be a Deathstalker.'
She stopped talking and looked at him expectantly, and for once in his life Owen didn't have the faintest idea what to say. He thought hard. 'I knew Jacob Wolfe,' he said finally. 'My father had… dealings with him. As I recall, he didn't think much of me.'
Constance smiled. 'Jacob didn't think much of anyone. He was a hard man. He had to be. But I knew another Jacob, the side of him he never dared show anyone else, not even his children. Perhaps especially not them. He was strong and steadfast, and he stood up for what he believed in. A lot like you, Owen.'
'Hold on,' said Owen, raising both hands defensively. 'If there's one thing we should both be certain of, it's that I am not in any way like Jacob Wolfe. I never wanted to be a warrior. I was a quiet scholar, and perfectly happy to be so, until Lionstone outlawed me. I was dragged into the rebellion, kicking and screaming all the way.'
'Then the more honor to you that you achieved so much with such disadvantages,' said Constance demurely. 'But now the rebellion is over, what are you going to do with your life? You can't go back to being a simple scholar, not after all you've seen and done. The butterfly cannot become a caterpillar again. And while bounty hunting no doubt fills a present need in you, it's not a profession to build a life on. Like it or not, you have become a symbol to many people, and they're looking to you to provide leadership. Which means you're going to have to enter politics. Otherwise, you could win the battle but lose the war. Surely you didn't go through all you did just to see Lionstone replaced by something even worse?'
'No,' said Owen. 'No, I didn't. But I'm not interested in power for myself. Never have been.'
'The best kind of politician,' said Constance. 'It's the ones who want power you have to watch out for. This is a matter of duty, Owen, not desire. The Empire needs you.'
'I've heard that so many times,' said Owen. 'From so many people. But they all had very different ideas as to what I should do once I came to power. I always thought I'd be free of all that, once the rebellion was over and I'd made it clear I had no interest in the crown or the Throne. I thought I'd be free to turn my back on all the blood and death and run my own life again. I should have known better. Duty will ride on my shoulders till the day I die, like
