“I keep hearing that, but humor me: what, exactly, is a blood debt?”
Brent motioned to a rock planted on the ground. I sat down while he squatted in the grass beside me. “A blood debt happens when someone in our society has been so incredibly wronged it affects their blood line. In human terms it is closest to premeditated murder. If I had wronged another Centaur and owed a blood debt, it would literally be a death sentence for me. Lucky for you, there are so few female Centaurs in the world that no one would collect it against a woman. But your mom really did wrong Mr. Richardson. It was within his right to take the life of someone in her family.” If I had to pay a blood debt for my mom, could one of my brothers be forced to pay it? I shuddered at the thought.
“But, that was over twenty years ago. Why now?”
“I wish I knew, Camille. When Dad pulled us all together and told us the whole story, no one could believe that he hadn’t exacted his revenge when it all happened. Maybe he didn’t because your mom went into hiding or something. It doesn’t make sense. Reality is that Dad will do everything he can, but, ultimately, it’s up to Mr. Richardson.”
“But you just said he can’t kill me.”
Brent shook his head, “It’s a negotiation. I think Dad would promise him nearly anything not to lose you. If Mr. Richardson intended to carry out a death sentence, other herds would step in to protect you. It would mean war.”
“Isn’t there a statute of limitations or something? The person who owes the debt isn’t even alive anymore.” I caught myself speaking callously of my mother and felt a rush of her envelop me. Gretchen told me that my mother was still with me and that I could communicate with her. I turned away from Brent when I felt my mother’s presence. I yelled into the darkness, “Mom, you’d better have a plan because there is no stinkin’ way I’m going to owe that man a thing!”
I could smell my mother’s perfume. I felt warmth encompass me and saw the slightest outline of her face appear in front of me. She seemed to be saying something, but I couldn’t understand. It didn’t matter how hard I concentrated, I couldn’t make her image sharpen, and I wondered if maybe it was my imagination.
Brent started to say something, but I held my finger to my lips to quiet him. I concentrated on the outline of her face, hoping to bring her better into focus. I could see her figure desperately trying to tell me something, but still no sound. I shook my head at her, “I can’t hear you.”
Her outline began to diminish. I could still see her in the same spot but no longer with the vibrant colors from just seconds before. Brent held out his elbow, offering to escort me back. Since it was obvious that my psychic sensor was still malfunctioning, I decided to pump Brent for more information. We began a leisurely stroll back when he advised, “If you choose someone right away, Mr. Richardson won’t have a chance to force his son on you.”
Still reeling from having seen my mother’s ghost or spirit or whatever it was, I didn’t give Brent’s suggestion much weight. I was in my own little world when I realized he’d stopped walking and was staring at me. “Camille, did you hear me?”
Embarrassed at being lost in thought, I uttered, “Uh, what? No, I’m sorry, I wasn’t listening.”
“I said, if you choose someone soon, he won’t have a chance to make you marry his son. He would have to accept a cash payment.”
“Brent, I’m not ready to marry anyone, and I don’t care who says I have to. I’m for sure not picking someone I’ve never met who came out of the same gene pool as Kyle Richardson. For that matter, I’m not picking anyone. Maybe I want to be like my mom and just live on my own.”
We began walking again, and Brent’s strides remained constant. He didn’t seem deterred in the slightest that I had no intention of choosing someone quickly. After about ten minutes of walking at a normal pace, I could see the lights of the party coming back into view. Brent’s arm tensed and Bruce appeared out of thin air – I had to work on getting used to Centaur speed. Bruce was seriously nervous, “Camille, Mr. Richardson thinks you took off with the guy you’re going to take as your husband. He’s flaming mad. If you pick someone right now, Dad’s pretty sure he’ll leave and not return.”
“Have you all lost your minds? I can’t just throw a dart at a wall and pick some guy to be married to!”
“I get that it isn’t ideal, but if you don’t pick someone, you might get stuck with his son. What’s worse? Choosing a great guy you don’t know that well but who will treat you like a queen, or being forced to marry into the Richardson herd? C’mon, Camille, you met a bunch of guys tonight. Pick one, and I’ll go get him and bring him here. Then the two of you can give your announcement directly in front of Mr. Richardson.”
“That’ll never work.”
Bruce must have believed that I was somehow considering his stupid idea. “I’ll go get whatever guy you tell me to. The two of you can come back to the party as if you’d been planning this all day. You can have a super-long engagement if you want to.”
“What if during this super-long engagement I decide that I don’t like him, that he’s not the right guy for me?”
Brent and Bruce both froze. Both looked at each other, nearly dumbfounded with my question. Finally Bruce answered, “You aren’t serious?”
“It’s called dating. You’re supposed to test drive a few guys to make sure you pick the right model. Believe it or not – it’s a pretty normal concept. Try one on, if he isn’t right, you trade him in on a new model.”
Bruce looked at me and said, “Camille, I can’t tell if you have a warped sense of humor or if you’re being serious.”
“I didn’t ask to be whisked away from the conversation I was having with Kyle. That Drake guy just swooped in and took off with me. Did it ever occur to anyone that what I was saying was important? I didn’t ask to be rescued, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to marry a guy who I can put up with just to keep Kyle from forcing his son on me. When I find the right guy, it’ll be natural, it’ll be for love - it won’t be selection by the lesser of two evils.”
Another blur appeared out of nowhere. “There you guys are! Holy crap, do you know they’re tearing the place apart?” Beau had now joined us as well.
Shocked, I asked, “Who’s tearing the place apart?”
“Kyle Richardson thinks Dad’s hiding you. He’s already done a room-to-room search of the house and guest quarters. They’re searching the woods now.”
I felt my resolve growing ever stronger. “I guess I’d better pick up the pace. I’ll go back and I tell him he’s nutso again.”
Bruce was nearly pleading with his eyes when he said, “Camille . . . don’t.” We continued our progression forward. I could feel Brent, Bruce and Beau getting more apprehensive with each stride.
As we approached the clearing to the back yard, I saw Hannah pacing under the canopy of trees. Bruce watched her with nothing but love in his eyes. The selfish part of me realized I’d tarnished her wedding whether that had been my intention or not. Trying to be more sensitive and realizing this was absolutely not the right time to throw a tantrum no matter how justified I felt, I said, “Bruce, I’m so sorry. I hope Hannah isn’t mad.”
Bruce stopped me in my tracks, put both hands on my shoulders and pulled me into a hug, “She’s upset, but not with you. None of this is your fault. We handle this as a family. She’s as much a part of our family now as you are, and she won’t stand for Richardson’s games any more than the rest of us.”
“You should go to her. Tell her I’m really sorry . . . and Bruce?” His dark eyes looked fully into mine, “Thanks for coming to look for me. It means a lot.”
He bobbed his head slightly, acknowledging me without making me feel like some girl who needed protecting. Brent slipped his arm around me, and Beau walked a few strides ahead of us. As the three of us came fully into view, I noticed that Bruce and Hannah were walking behind us, still in h
er wedding dress and he in his tux. Two blurs arrived on either side of Brent and me, Ben to my left and Bart to Brent’s right. The emotion of the moment was not lost on me. My five brothers and my new sister-in-law surrounded me as we walked the last few steps to the driveway.
The music quieted and a hush fell over the guests. Gretchen and Will stood on the porch while Kyle Richardson stood to their side. They watched as the seven of us made our last few steps in their direction. Just before we were at an arm’s distance from Mr. Richardson, I saw a silvery shimmering light come into focus, standing at his side. Gretchen’s eyes watched the shimmering figure, and she glanced my way to see if I could see it, too. I nodded to her my silent answer. I could feel the strength from the figure, the warmth that emanated from it. It was Mom.
I could see her, really see her, not just her outline as she stood tall beside Mr. Richardson. Whatever she had tried to tell me in the woods was no longer a priority for her. She wasn’t trying to say anything to me; she simply stood next to Mr. Richardson. She had always been protective of me, so I expected her to be glaring at him – she wasn’t. She seemed to be looking at him in an affectionate way. I was thrilled to have her there with me; maybe she had just positioned herself there to give me strength, to let me see her.
Chapter 13
I wasn’t sure what to expect. I felt like Beau was going to march right up to him and start swinging. He didn’t. Beau stopped short just feet before the shimmering light. The men all seemed oblivious to it, but Hannah, Gretchen and I could see it.
Mr. Richardson spat out his words, fury seething through his pores, “I don’t want my son to meet you, not yet. However, I refuse to let my blood line perish, as your mother nearly extinguished it twenty-eight years ago. My son, Gage, is twenty-four. If he is not betrothed by his twenty-ninth birthday, I will summon you, and you will marry him. You will not take a husband before his twenty-ninth birthday. If he should become married before that date, no debt will be owed to my family. If it is you he marries, your debt will be repaid by your wedding vows. Do you understand my terms?”
In my mind I was silently cheering - five years. I wouldn’t have to go through this whole ritual of finding a husband for five years! This was the best possible situation for me. No pressure, no reason for men to introduce themselves to me. I was ready to scream out “Yes!”, but I didn’t want to make a big mistake. “Mr. Richardson, I’m too new to this life to make this decision without counsel. I need to speak to my father, privately.” I saw Will’s posture straighten and saw his chest stretch.
“Of course, Camille, your family should counsel you on my offer.”
I stepped through the door and into the front hallway. Will followed me and closed the door behind us. I very nearly squealed, “This is great, right?”
A pleased grin spread across his face, “Yes, this is excellent news. I think he offered the fairest deal he could under the circumstances. I’ve heard that his son, Gage, is a good man. Without a formal promise to you, other Centaur women may still consider him. If one of them chooses him for her husband before his twenty-ninth birthday, you owe their herd nothing.”
I opened the door, not even waiting to be fully out of the house, “Mr. Richardson, I accept your offer.”
His words were slow as his eyes nearly burrowed into mine, “You understand the gravity of your words?”
“I do.”
“You will not commit yourself to another for the next five years?”
“I won’t.”
“Do you understand the consequences should you not honor your promise to me this evening?”
“I do.”
Mr. Richardson stepped directly in front of me, his hands tight behind his back. I didn’t know what it was about him, but he gave me one final threat, “If you dishonor our agreement, I will not hesitate to take my payment.”
My eyes narrowed. I didn’t need this added reminder. “Mr. Richardson, I am fully aware of the consequences. If at any time in the next five years you threaten my life or the life of someone in my family without justification, I won’t hesitate to take yours. Just so we’re clear.”
There was a collective gasp in all directions. No one expected me to make the threat, but I wanted this man to know my mother had not raised a daughter to be weak, to be submissive, to be manipulated by anyone. It wasn’t an empty threat, and I would not hesitate to make good on it. I had not grown up with the luxury of a family – other than my mom. In a matter of days I knew there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for any of them, including not allowing this reject of a man to bully them. I put my back to him and walked away, allowing my threat to hang in the air, daring him to test me moments after I had made it.
A little louder than was necessary, but definitely spoken for my benefit, I heard, “William, thank you for allowing me to join in Bruce and Hannah’s celebration this evening. It has been my pleasure to be a part of such an enchanting evening.”
Brent was the first one to catch up to me. He whispered, “Geeze, remind me never to cross you. I thought Dad was going to have a heart attack back there. I bet your lessons from Mom tomorrow include not threatening the life of Herd Leaders.”
“It wasn’t a threat, Brent. That was my promise to him.”
“Threatening to kill someone isn’t something to be done lightly.”
“Brent, you ever seen someone murdered right in front of you?”
“Uh. . . no.”
“I didn’t grow up here. I grew up in the real world: watching drive-bys, robberies and gang retaliation. I saw one guy killed over forty bucks. It can make you a little jaded. I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean to follow through. Gretchen can give me any lesson she wants. If Kyle threatens you or anyone else in my family – it’ll be the last thing he ever does.”
“Camille, this is the real world, too. We may put a higher price tag on life than the people you grew up with. It doesn’t mean our dangers are any less real or our warnings can be ignored.”
“Maybe you’re right, but I bet he doesn’t try anything that could be construed as threatening. Think of my exchange with him as modern warfare – a pre-emptive strike.”
Brent shook his head at me. He seemed unwilling to agree with me, but at least he decided not to argue the point further. Within minutes the party was again in full swing: Kyle Richardson was noticeably absent. As soon as the music returned, the makeshift dance floor was crowded, voices were again chattering loudly, and everyone was having a good time. For as massive as he was, Gus had great rhythm and was by far my favorite dance partner. I couldn’t help but wonder how cool it would be to go to all the NFL games. He asked, “So, any chance you’d want to catch a movie this weekend?”
I gushed, “Um, okay. We can do that?” I still wasn’t sure what was and wasn’t okay.
He beamed back at me, “You bet. You choose someone in your family to escort us.”
I thought of the choices. Although I was closest to Brent – he was not in favor of dating for the sake of dating. Maybe Beau? “Give me your number, and I’ll send you a text with the who and when. You’re sure no one will think it’s a big deal?”
“There’s a line-up of other Centaurs waiting to dance with you. You’re welcome to tell every one of them that we have plans for next Friday.” Gus’ smile was all encompassing, and I couldn’t help but smile at his jab against the others.
To be fair, I did dance with every other available Centaur. I don’t know how many turns I had taken on the dance floor, but enough that I needed to rest. I made my way to a table where Brent was sitting. I desperately wanted to ask him if a movie was okay, but decided to wait and ask Beau when no one else was around.
I had just barely arrived at the table when Drake and his beautiful fiancé, Bianca, came to the same table and sat with us. I was a little nervous given his reaction to me in the woods, but he wasn’t glaring at me or anything.
The music was still going full tilt. I had seen the two of them dancing on the floor and knew they had to be near exhaustion as well. Brent and Drake seemed to be pretty good friends, immediately engaging in conversation about some sporting event. I lacked the energy to pretend to have interest in their conversation; Bianca’s interest mirrored mine.
Bianca looked over at me with a thoughtful smile, “Is it true that you are a long lost Centauride?”
I hadn’t heard of this word before. “Centauride? – I’m sure I should already know, but what is it?”
Bianca smiled sweetly, “A female Centaur.”
It still felt odd that everyone so openly spoke about creatures I’d considered nothing more than myths until a week ago. “That’s what everyone keeps telling me.”
“So, it’s true. You really had no idea?”
“My mom died recently. I didn’t know about my . . .” What was the right word? “ancestry.”
“You’re lucky to be a Strayer. They are one of the strongest herds.”
“Really?”
She smiled sweetly, “I’ve watched all the Centaurs vying for your attention tonight. It’s hard to choose which herd to join. Trust me, I was where you are recently. I just picked Drake a month ago.”
“The choosing process still seems so foreign to me, but I guess there isn’t a rush.”
“I imagine you had people breaking down your door when news spread of your arrival.”
“The front door’s still intact, but I did meet a bunch of men today.” I leaned in and did my best to keep my voice low, “Is it true there’s no dating, or was Brent pulling my leg?”
Conspiratorially she answered, “Yeah, you window shop for a while, and you can go on a chaperoned date, but even those are frowned on.”
“Why?”
“Because if you go on a couple dates with a guy and then decide he’s not the right one, it almost looks like a rejection. If a Centaur is rejected by a Centauride, other Centaurides might not think to give him a chance. Why take someone else’s reject when there are so many to choose from.”
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