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me it wasn't so different from working puzzles. God only knew what stuff I'd find to keep me busy when I retired. I had the uneasy feeling I'd make a good candidate for cross-stitching.

His face broke into a smile when he saw me, making laugh lines appear around the eyes of the weathered face I loved. His hair was a bright silver-white, and he'd managed to keep most of it. I was five-eight, and he was only a little taller than me. But despite that height, he was solidly built and hadn't lost muscle with age. He might be pushing sixty, but I had a feeling he could still do some serious damage.

Roland took one look at my face and gestured me to a chair. "You're not here to ask about Idaho." I hadn't really understood their recent vacation choice, but whatever.

Giving him a quick kiss, I held my arms around him for a moment. I didn't love many people in this world - or any other - but him I would have died for. "No. I'm not. But how was it anyway?"

"Fine. It's not important. What's wrong?"

I smiled. That was Roland. Always ready for business. If my mom would have let him, I suspected he'd still be out there fighting, right by my side.

"Just got a job offer. A weird one."

I proceeded to tell him all about Wil and Jasmine, about the evidence I'd found for her abduction. I also added in Wil's bit of information about this Aeson guy.

"I've heard of him," said Roland.

"What do you know?"

"Not a lot. Never met him, never fought him. But he's strong, I know that much."

"This gets better and better."

He eyed me carefully. "Are you thinking about doing it?"

I eyed him back. "Maybe."

"That's a bad idea, Eugenie. A very bad idea."

There was a dark tone in his voice that surprised me. I'd never known him to back down from any danger, especially one where an innocent was involved.

"She's just a kid, Roland."

"I know, and we both know that the gentry get away with taking women every year. Most don't ever get recovered. The danger's too high. That's the way it is."

I felt my ire rising. Funny how someone telling you not to do something can talk you into it. "Well, here's one we can get back. We know where she is."

He rubbed his eyes a little, flashing the tattoos that marked his arms. My tattoos depicted goddesses; his were of whirls, crosses, and fish. He had his own set of gods to appeal to - or in this case, God. We all invoked the divine differently.

"This isn't a drop-in and drop-out thing," he warned. "It'll take you right into the heart of their society. You've never been that deep. You don't know what it's like."

"And you do?" I asked sarcastically. When he didn't answer, I felt my eyes widen. "When?"

He waved a hand of dismissal. "That doesn't matter. What matters is that if you go over in body, you'll get yourself killed or captured. I won't let you do that."

"You won't let me? Come on. You can't send me to my room anymore. Besides, I've gone over lots of times before."

"In spirit. Your total time over in body's probably been less than ten minutes." He shook his head in a wise, condescending way. That irked me. "The young never realize how foolish something is."

"And the old never realize when they need to step aside and let the younger and stronger do their jobs." The words came out before I could stop them, and I immediately felt mean. Roland merely regarded me with a level look.

"You think you're stronger than me now?"

I didn't even hesitate. "We both know I am."

"Yes," he agreed. "But that doesn't give you the right to go get yourself killed over a girl you don't even know."

I stared at him in surprise. We weren't exactly fighting, but this attitude was weird for him. He'd married my mom when I was three and adopted me shortly thereafter. The father-daughter bond burned in both of us, obliterating any longing I might have had for the birth father I'd never known. My mom almost never spoke about him. They'd had some sort of whirlwind romance, I knew, but in the end, he didn't want to stick it out - not for her, not for me.

Roland would have done anything for me, kept me away from any harm that he could - except when it came to my job. When he'd realized I