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the Queen’s executioner had been far less momentous and never publicly acknowledged. Better that it had been an aristocrat. A second cousin of royal blood. A male marked as significant by his birthing charts.
    Or even better, some kind of immaculate miracle.
    Alas, no. The sire had been he who had started as a servant and gained trust, access, and, much later, the sacred act of sex. But that was all largely insignificant in their matriarchal tradition; the male was as always a secondary afterthought. The result—the infant—and the mother were the most important.
    There had been a chance, when the child had come out, that as a female, she might surpass the current heir to the throne, depending on the stars.
    Although that would have resulted in another death, as there could be only one heir to the throne—the sitting Princess would have had to be ritually killed.
    All had waited for news. With the time and date properly recorded, the Chief Astrologer had retreated to his observatory and completed his measuring of the night sky …
    s’Ex had learned the fate of his infant before the general population, but after the courtiers: The birth would not be announced. The Queen would reaffirm her current daughter. All would continue as it had been.
    And that was that, the personal tragedy for him buried under court protocol and reverence for royalty and long-standing astrological traditions.
    He’d known all along that this was a possibility. But either through arrogance or ignorance, he had discounted the terrible reality.
    This terrible reality.
    When he finally burst out into the night, he drew breaths that he released in puffs. He had never expected an intersection between his personal history and this star-determining system that ruled everything.
    Rather stupid of him, really.
    Bracing his hands on his knees, he bent over and vomited into the cropped, dying grass.
    The expulsion seemed to clear his head a little, to the point where he almost wanted to do it again. He needed to do something, anything … he couldn’t go back into the palace—he was liable to kill the first Shadow he came to just to cleanse the pain.
    His rescue, such as it was, came from duty. With this event, there was official business to be conducted, which, in his role as enforcer, he was required to discharge.
    It was quite a while before he could calm his mind and emotions sufficiently to dematerialize, and when he was able to scatter his molecules, he proceeded out of the walls of the Territory with a strange sense of commiseration.
    He was quite certain that the Queen was feeling nothing at this moment. As a result of that star chart, the innocent life that had been cut short had been devalued to the point of worthlessness, in spite of the fact that what had been born had come out of that royal womb.
    The alignment of stars was more significant than the alignment of DNA.
    That was the way it had always been. Would forever be.
    In spite of the fact that it was but September, as he traveled toward downtown Caldwell, it was the coldest night he had e’er known.

FOUR
    T he Chosen Selena entered the training center through the back of the office’s supply closet, and as she emerged, she jumped at the tremendous figure behind the desk.
    Tohrment, son of Hharm, looked up from the computer. “Oh, hey, Selena. Surprise.”
    As her heart rate regulated, she put her hand to her chest. “I didn’t expect to see anyone herein.”
    The Brother refocused on the blue glow of the screen. “Yeah, I’m back to work. We’re going to open things up again.”
    “Open what?”
    “The training center.” Tohr leaned back in the ugliest green leather chair she had ever seen. And as he spoke, he stroked the arm as if it were a precious work of art. “Back before the raids, we had a good program set up here. But then so many members of the
glymera
were killed during the attacks, and those who did survive left Caldwell. Now, people are returning, and God knows