Dominion Rising: 23 Brand New Novels from Top Fantasy and Science Fiction Authors

by Gwynn White

  “Is there someone you’re…” He bit his lip and looked toward the end of the hallway where it veered off toward the galley. “Cookies. And nothing that could be mistaken for a healthful ingredient.”

  “Someone I’m…” Liv repeated then realized what he’d wanted to ask her. She tugged on the hemline of her shirt and cleared her throat as Ven gestured toward the hallway again, looking very much like an animal trapped in a cage. “Um, no. I’m not having any kind of affair with a crewmember.”

  Ven took a deep breath and began walking without her. “It’s none of my business even so.”

  “I just… wanted you to know I’m far more professional than that,” Liv hurriedly clarified. “I would never engage in a relationship with a crewmember.”

  “Right,” Ven agreed, forcing a smile in her direction. “Cookies. And presumably, there should be tea at a tea party.”

  Liv forced a smile back at him, but she couldn’t help thinking he looked both hurt and disappointed. She wasn’t stupid. She knew exactly why.

  But how could she ever tell him he was the one man she wanted most, yet the one she could never have? Because if he uncovered her secret, the betrayal he’d felt over her escape with Harper would be nothing compared to the truth about her past or her refusal to become his link after all.

  Ven watched her set teacups on saucers and place the shortbread cookies in a circular pattern on the serving tray, her movements delicate yet precise as she arranged them. She was breathtakingly beautiful, and he found himself smiling as he watched her. And of course she caught him.

  “Don’t get too excited,” she warned. “I’m eating all these myself. You probably don’t even have a stomach.”

  Ven snorted and grabbed a cookie from the plate then shoved it in his mouth. Liv gaped at him then squinted in pretend anger. “Fine,” she relented. “So I don’t know everything about your drones. The rest of these are mine, though, so back off.”

  Ven didn’t argue. He thought he would have given her anything she asked for. “They’re not even very good. You should have asked me to steal something else.”

  “They’re to dip in your tea,” she advised. “And you lied to me. Sort of.”

  “No, I didn’t,” he insisted. “You never asked if I could eat. You just assumed I couldn’t. And unlike the new drones they’re making now, I don’t need to. There’s a difference.”

  “What do you think the big appeal is with those new human drones, anyway?” Liv asked, spreading her napkin over her lap. “Do you really want to experience what it’s like to grow old and die?”

  Ven pointed to the platter and deflected. “Are you really going to eat all of those?”

  “Ven,” she warned.

  He sighed and lifted his eyes to meet hers. “Sometimes. Maybe. I’m over three thousand years old, Liv. And I wouldn’t actually die… I’d know that I’m not really dying because I can inhabit thousands of bodies at once. I do… all the time, actually. But yeah, I’ve been curious about what it must be like to have such a short lifespan. Everyone I’ve ever loved, they…” Ven lowered his eyes and studied his teacup, which still only contained air.

  “They die and leave you,” Liv finished.

  “Or sometimes,” he added quietly, “they just leave me.”

  “Ven,” she whispered.

  He glanced up at the teapot and lifted it, filling both their cups so he’d have something to distract him from the memory that had changed him and taught him to fear love rather than embrace it. Until Olivia Hawthorne had stepped foot aboard his ship, he’d been doing a remarkably good job of it, too.

  “We all get our hearts broken, Ven,” she offered. “That’s part of being alive.”

  “Maybe,” he agreed. “But do you know many people who had their heart broken because they’re not human?”

  “They’re not…” Liv shook her head and tried again. “I don’t understand.”

  He pointed to the platter and attempted to change the subject. “Are you really not going to let me have another one?”

  “I’m pushing. I’m sorry,” Liv said. “We all have secrets. It’s okay, Ven.”

  Truthfully, he didn’t want to keep secrets from her, but how was he supposed to tell her the last woman he’d fallen in love with had left him for another man, simply because he wasn’t human? Maybe Liv was right. Maybe everyone eventually had their hearts broken, but they most likely weren’t so painfully reminded of what they were and never could be. He’d held onto this belief that he wasn’t human enough for any woman for a long time, and he certainly wasn’t human enough for a woman like Liv.

  “Well, perhaps you should concentrate on teaching me what, exactly, I’m supposed to be doing here,” Ven said. “Beyond drinking tea and eating cookies I may or may not be allowed to touch again.”

  Liv offered him a small smile and looked out on the lake, lost in her own thoughts or perhaps her own painful memory. Ven followed her gaze, but the calm surface of the water revealed nothing.

  “Olivia?”

  “Do you know what bradan are, Ven?” she asked, her eyes still roving over the surface of the calm water as if she could spot one of the elusive animals even though none lived aboard the ship.

  “Yes,” he answered. Was she going to confide in him so soon? “They’re a type of animal that lives on an uninhabited planet.”

  “Have you ever seen one?”

  “Not for twenty years,” he answered. “Not since that planet was closed off. There was an accident—”

  “I know,” she whispered.

  “Liv, are you all right?” he asked, rising from his chair so he could kneel before her.

  He’d never seen her so distant and confused. Was she reliving memories of the attack on Nualla? And would she ever feel comfortable enough to share with him all she’d survived? But she’d mentioned bradan. That was a start. Now he only wanted to comfort her, to assure her he could help her and protect her. He’d even track down a bradan for her if that was what it took to get her smiling again.

  Ven rested his hand over hers, a simple gesture of affection, but when she finally looked away from the lake and met his eyes, he found himself acting impulsively—something he never did. His other hand reached up to her face and brushed her hair away from her cheek, his thumb gently caressing her face then her full, pink lips. And before he could reason his way out of acting, out of the rash and sudden desire to kiss her, his lips found hers.

  Liv’s momentary surprise was evident, but she clasped a hand behind his neck as she pulled him closer. He was used to operating an entire warship and thousands of drudges and sentinels at any given time, but the more passionately she kissed him back, the more he seemed incapable of concentrating on anything other than her… on her lips and that kiss, on her body and the way his own reacted to hers, on her smell and the feel of her fingers as they pressed against him.

  But as quickly as the kiss began, it ended.

  Liv suddenly pushed him away, blinking at him as if she’d been under a spell and had no idea how a strange man’s tongue had ended up in her mouth. “Ven,” she panted. “No… We can’t… I’m…”

  He flinched and rocked back on his heels as those words punched him in the stomach. The memory of Jillian, strikingly beautiful with raven black hair and a bronzed complexion, standing in their doorway as she clutched a single satchel in both hands, reminded him how foolish he’d been to pursue any relationship with a woman, even the friendship he’d been claiming this was, although Renee almost certainly saw through him.

  Jillian’s pity had mixed with her obvious contempt for the man who couldn’t grow old with her or give her the family she wanted. “If you were… human, Ven, things could have been different.”

  And then she’d opened their door and closed a chapter of his long life he’d never intended to reopen.

  “It’s late,” Liv stammered. “I need to sleep. Alone. I mean, I need rest… for work.”

  Ven refused to look at her. He stoo
d up and waved a hand toward the table. “I’ll have this cleaned up. Go.”

  “Ven,” she whispered.

  “Go,” he ordered.

  She lifted herself carefully from the chair, but Ven turned his back on her and stormed out of the gazebo where they’d been sitting.

  How stupid he’d been to allow himself to fall in love with this engineer who wasn’t an engineer at all.

  But he’d make damn sure he’d never be fooled again.

  Liv collapsed against her wall and closed her eyes, touching her lips with her fingertips as she recalled every detail of that kiss. She’d wanted him. More than anything, she’d wanted to tear off his clothes right there on the gazebo and scandalize whatever the hell was living in that lake.

  But how could she possibly keep her secret hidden if she allowed herself to get any closer to him—emotionally or physically?

  If she wanted to save herself, there was only one thing she could do.

  She had to leave Vengeance.

  Part of the deal he’d offered her presumed she would remain in his service, but he would likely be so distraught over her rejection that he wouldn’t object to a transfer. Maybe he’d even be relieved to get rid of her.

  Why had he told her a woman had rejected him for not being human? He’d believe she was doing the same thing to him now. It seemed all she’d done in the past few weeks was hurt and betray him when he was the last person in the universe she wanted to betray or hurt.

  It would be better for him if she left.

  Her mind made up, she darted into the hallway to find Captain Welner so she could request an immediate transfer. She didn’t have to search long.

  He sat behind his desk, a holographic image of their coordinates illuminating his face with a soft blue glow. Liv knocked on his open door then stood as straight as she could.

  The captain looked up and swiped the image to shut it off. “Journeyman Engineer Hawthorne?”

  “Sir, I’d like to request an immediate transfer to a different Warship of the Spire.”

  “A different…” He leaned back in his chair and looked her over quickly. “Did you clear this with Vengeance?”

  “With all due respect, sir, at my rank, it’s not necessary to clear a transfer with the AI… only a commanding officer or my guild master.”

  Captain Welner sighed and rubbed a palm over his face. “After your stunt with the pirate, what makes you think any warship is going to be willing to let you onboard?”

  “I’ll take my chances, sir.”

  Welner grunted at her and flipped a different screen on. “Well, there are always warships looking for more skilled personnel. But if no one picks you up, you’ve only yourself to blame.”

  “Understood, sir.”

  He glanced up at her with a curious, suspicious look then pulled up her file—the completely fictitious life she’d created for herself to become Olivia Hawthorne. He’d probably be adding, “Slept with Vengeance then changed her mind about the relationship” to her file under reason for transfer request.

  But he never even asked her for a reason. With a few taps at his screen, he submitted her request and told her she’d be dropped off at the next spaceport to await her new assignment.

  They’d arrive in what was essentially a few days, and her short-lived reunion with Ven would be behind her forever.

  She didn’t think avoiding him until then would be difficult, not after ripping out his heart like that.

  If only he knew she’d broken her own as well.

  17

  Ven scowled at his door as Renee tapped at it again. With the Trinity-Nine spaceport looming before them and Liv’s departure imminent, he didn’t want to see anyone—not even his best friend.

  When he’d been notified of Liv’s transfer request, he hadn’t protested. After all, he’d pushed her. He’d kissed her. It was his fault she was leaving. When relationships became too intense, AIs often scared away humans—likely because of the near-obsessive attention AIs focused on loved ones.

  Renee knocked again and called through the door this time. “Ven, open the damn door. You can’t keep hiding from me.”

  He briefly considered reaching out to her via their link to assure her he wasn’t trying to hurt her, but doing so would expose just how deeply his pain ran.

  He couldn’t admit that to her—not yet. He couldn’t admit that another woman he’d loved was leaving him, most likely because he wasn’t human. What else could it be? He’d analyzed every moment he’d ever spent with Liv, and aside from her dislike of chess, she’d continued to display an interest in him, so he didn’t think her abuse at the hands of the rogues was what was driving her away from him. But his own feelings must have clouded his judgment because he’d greatly and disastrously miscalculated the nature of her interest.

  Renee sighed heavily and knocked on the door again. “Vengeance, you old ass, open the door!”

  He smiled despite his broken heart and relented, allowing his door to slide into the slat in the wall and admit his link. She put her hands on her hips and fixed him with a stern expression. “So this is it? You’re just going to let her walk onto Trinity-Nine and out of your life because you’re too stubborn to find out why she’s running?”

  “She’s free to make her own decisions,” Ven countered.

  Renee threw her hands up and exclaimed, “She’s young and scared! You don’t know what she’s survived. You’ve made no effort to talk to her and convince her she’s safe here.”

  “But she isn’t!” he exclaimed back. “She doesn’t want me, and that’s exactly what I did: made her feel like she had to get away from me.”

  “Maybe,” Renee agreed. “But not for the reasons you think.”

  “Why have you been so cryptic lately?” Ven asked. Had Liv confided in Renee? And would Renee even tell him if she had? There had been so many lies lately, someone should tell the truth for a change.

  “Because she has to tell you about her past in her own time. It’s not my place to take that away from her.” Renee waved toward the hallway. “Liv hasn’t left the ship yet. You still have time to work this out with her.”

  So Renee had managed to get Liv to share something about her past. And his link was still encouraging him to go after his engineer. That meant there was still hope. But… what else could he offer Liv to make her want to stay? “She doesn’t want to talk to me,” he complained.

  “Ven, she’s running for a reason. Use your big brain and figure it out.”

  “You could save me the trouble and just tell me,” he said.

  “No, I can’t. I promised Liv it would be her choice.” Renee shot him her best “Now stop being such an idiot” look.

  But it didn’t matter. She’d just told the truth even if she hadn’t meant to. He should have told Liv he’d already guessed she was a Nuallan telepath anyway. He had only himself to blame for her panic and decision to leave. “I think I’ve already figured out what in all the universe would make you agree to keep a secret from me.”

  Renee gave him a look that assured him she had no intention of confirming whether he was right.

  “Renee,” he groaned. “And you have the nerve to tell me I’m a stubborn old ass.”

  “You are. If you want the truth, go find Liv before she leaves and beg her to stay.”

  Beg? A warship didn’t beg.

  Renee folded her arms over her chest and lifted an eyebrow at him. “You’ve always trusted me in the past. Trust me now when I say your future happiness is on the line. Go. Find. Liv.”

  “Fine!” he agreed, throwing his hands up in exasperation. Clearly, he wasn’t going to get any peace until he found Liv and talked to her anyway… and it would give him a chance to say goodbye.

  But there would be no begging. Surely, he had some dignity left somewhere.

  He walked past Renee, who put a hand on his arm and offered him one last annoyingly cryptic message. “Just be patient with her. Some things are beyond the understanding of even t
he great and mighty Vengeance.”

  Ven blinked at her then ran his fingers through his hair. “I’m beginning to think all women are beyond the understanding of the great and mighty Vengeance.”

  Renee let her hand fall and retorted, “It took you over three thousand years to figure that out?”

  “So, apparently, I’m not perfect,” he teased.

  “No. And you’re stalling.”

  “You’re the one who stopped me,” he reminded her.

  “Ven,” she warned.

  “I’m going,” he mumbled and walked out into the hall.

  He quickly searched the ship for Liv’s biomarker. He found her standing in line to the space dock, where one of Trinity-Nine’s administrative drones was overseeing and directing new arrivals. It didn’t take his drone long to reach the line snaking through the corridor toward the exit.

  “Liv,” he called softly from the other side of the barrier. He rested his hands on the smooth curved surface, his fingers digging into it, needing to clasp something so he didn’t betray his nervousness.

  Nervous. He hadn’t been nervous about anything since his first assignment.

  Liv looked up at him, and unfortunately, so did half the crew in line. Damn it. This was an astoundingly bad idea. He cleared his throat and asked, “Liv, may I have a word with you? It’s important. Renee wants me to discuss something with you.”

  Liv’s expression shifted from confusion to fearful in seconds. “I—”

  “It won’t take long, and then you can go about your business,” he assured her.

  Her eyes darted back to the crewmembers in line, but she nodded. “Okay.” She glanced around again until her eyes landed on a small recreational bar behind his drone. “I wouldn’t mind a drink.”

  Ven took a deep breath, realizing she’d suggested the bar because it kept them around other people, but agreed. “All right.”

  Liv was still extracting herself from the other crew in the line when Vengeance’s long-range scanners tagged four inbound ships as possible hostiles. His primary core redirected all resources to study the inbound ships. They were running silent with weapons ready. He targeted other sensors to that area of space, but he didn’t need a visual to verify birth stamps this time. He knew a threat when he saw one.