Diamond Fire (Hidden Legacy #3.5)- Ilona Andrews Page 0,35

time.”

“Does it bother you that people think you’re a gigolo?”

Lance smiled again. “Why would I care what anybody but Ane thinks of me? The needs of my client are the only thing that matters. I’m paid to anticipate complications and smooth them over, which is why I’m talking to you now. I have emailed my credentials to Mr. Rivera, whom I understand to be in charge of security. You will find all of the necessary documents enclosed. Am I free to go, Ms. Baylor?”

Nobody had ever asked me that before. “Yes.”

Lance rose and walked away.

“Did you get all that?” I asked Bern.

“Yeah, I got it.”

“I am coming home,” I told him. “I think I’ve had enough for today.”

I texted Troy, one of Rogan’s guys. Bern and I had decided that we should keep Leon as far away from Xavier as was humanly possible, so Troy was my battle buddy for the day. He would get the car.

I started down the path that brought me to the courtyard. In the center, by the fountain, Xavier and Raul, one of Rogan’s cousins from East Wing, sparred with rapiers. Mrs. Rogan and other adults were watching from the shade of the porch. The gaggle of teenagers surrounding them alternated between shouting encouragement and pretending to be bored.

Great. I would have to walk past them to my car. I started moving, hoping nobody would notice me.

“Catalina!” Xavier jogged toward me. The circle of kids parted to let him pass. People were catcalling.

I did my absolute best to ignore him. It was that or punch him in the throat. Usually people aimed for the face, because that’s what you saw in movies and tv, but I grew up in a family of veterans. A punch to the throat didn’t hurt your hand and it disabled your opponent.

Xavier ran ahead of me and blocked my way. He was holding two rapiers and offered me one. “Let’s spar. It will be fun.”

Oh, you moron. You colossal moron. If only you knew.

“Xavier!” Raul called. “Are we doing this or what?”

“Come on,” Xavier said. “I’ll show you.”

“I don’t know how, and I have things to do.” Everybody was looking at me. It was like some kind of nightmare, but it was real and it was happening right now.

“Come on,” he repeated. “Don’t be an old lady.”

I was so angry that my hands shook. This was the worst-case scenario. The whole family was there, all the kids, and all the adults, and just me without anyone on my side.

Xavier waved the rapier in front of me.

Something in me snapped. I took it from him and marched into the circle.

Raul bowed and stepped aside. Xavier took position opposite me and slid into a stance. He probably had fencing lessons in whatever school he went to. I had no lessons, but I had a lot of hate. I had no idea what the point of this was, besides embarrassing me.

“First thing you do is get into en garde position. Like this. Turn your lead foot forward, bend your knees, make sure your knees are over your toes.”

I just stood sideways, the way I always stood, when we practiced self-defense.

“Bend your knees,” Xavier said.

Someone giggled.

“Are we going to fight or are you going to talk all day?” I asked.

The kids oohed. Raul gave me a thumbs-up.

“I’ll go easy on you,” Xavier said. “I’m going to lunge—try to parry.”

The anger and my magic fused together. The world shrank down to just Xavier and me. The sword felt light and flexible in my hand, an extension of me, almost like an arm. I held it in front of me pointing at his midsection.

He lunged.

I shied out of his way and drove the blunted point of the rapier into his ribs on his left.

“Touché,” someone screamed.

Xavier jerked back, anger flickering across his face. “I let you have that one. Are you ready?”

“Are you?”

He attacked. I didn’t know how, but I knew exactly where he would strike. It felt like the sword itself guided me out of the way. I sidestepped and brought my sword with all my strength on top of his blade, knocking it out of his hand.

Xavier stared at me.

“You weren’t ready,” I said. “Your sword is over there. Are you supposed to be good at this?”

Xavier snatched his rapier up. His face was red now. He bared his teeth and lunged. I saw it, as if we were both underwater, the point of his rapier aiming straight for my unprotected face. Somehow I