Val
I rest my left hand on his shoulder and my right hand fits into his left. Dancing is the best way for me to look at memories. With his other hand on my waist, we sway slowly to the music. As soon as we get into a rhythm of quick smiles and blushing cheeks, I let myself look, starting as far back as I can without burning his hand.
I see a woman. She has sleek black hair and he loved her. A feeling of sadness washes over me. A few memories later . . . I see a fuzzy green mass. A fresh smell. Grass. He’s crying. He’s pressing his fingers up against something cold. Stone.
I focus back on his face, releasing the memories for a moment. He loved someone, and she died. Her grave is somewhere on a green planet. Not here. I study his face.
“What is it?” He asks.
“Hmm?”
“You’re just staring very intently for a simple dance.”
I pull myself a little closer, sliding my hand up his neck, away from his shoulder. I need to distract him from anything I might feel or see. I need clarity. “Is it a simple dance?” His grip on my waist tightens a bit and I fix a smile onto my face.
I dive into the memories again, looking for any sign of strong emotion. A long period of grief. Then I find it. Anger.
Red hands. Hurting knuckles. I see it. A man is on the ground. His nose bleeds profusely. The man begins shaking and suddenly stops. Dead. Fear courses through me.
I lean my head against Henri’s chest. I can’t let him see my face. I close my eyes.
The bleeding man has a shaved face and strong jaw, but one side is swollen. Beaten to death. I pause a moment to make sure I can identify him, noting the golden bracelet on his wrist. Rich. Powerful. The surroundings are dark, but I search for a sign of a specific location. A factory for sure. Blue labels with yellow lettering. I wait for the memory to move outside. Three visible moons.
I have all I need.
The song ends, and I look up at Henri. A lover. A killer. I no longer want to dance with him, but I choose to smile at him, despite the sickening feeling in my stomach.
I could fall for him, if I didn’t know. In the few minutes here, I’ve managed to get him to fall for me. However, he doesn’t know the secrets I have hidden. His deep brown eyes focus on my face and I let myself forget everything for a moment, letting him search my face, knowing something has changed. He will always know something has changed in him, but he will never know what. I free myself from the fear for a few seconds. Maybe he’ll think its love and he’ll bring his tanned face to mine and try to kiss me. A few have done that in the past. Maybe he’ll buy me another drink and hope for something more.
He doesn’t. He blinks and takes his hand from my waist, letting go of my other hand.
“I’m sorry. I thought a night out would help me.” He shakes his head and I notice tears in his eyes. He felt more than most. “It was quite nice to meet you, dear Ree.”
“No need to apologize.” I reach up to wipe a tear away. He turns and walks toward the doors before I have the chance.
The sickened feeling over his being a murderer is gone. Something else settles. I think doubt. How do I tell Gifre I don’t have anything on the target?
The music for the next song begins. I start toward the doors.
1.1 In the Glass Box
1.2 The Silver Haired Woman
1.3 Step Into Sunlight
2.1 Gold and Red
2.2 Sparkling Spiders