Caiden must have picked up on my
nervousness. Maybe it was the way I
stomped up to the table, or he caught that I’d come from the kitchen.
“Evening,” he pulled out my chair
for me.
“Hi.”
“I assume you work here?”
I unfolded my napkin in my lap to
hide my face. So much for being clever.
“I’m a chef.”
“Interesting. I wouldn’t have expected that.”
I arched a brow at him, “Why?”
“Because you seem to be more of the
management type. Albeit one who would be
down in the thick of things willing to lead by example.”
I smiled, “I do get my way. I just do so from the kitchen.”
“Executive chef, then. Please, if you will, I would be honored if
you ordered for us both as you know the menu in exquisite detail.”
I didn’t know how to take Caiden’s
attitude. He was such the polite gentleman sitting here with me, but I know for
a dead certain fact that polite gentleman was nowhere to be found during that
storm a few days ago. The small talk
continued until after our food arrived.
After the first few bites Caiden
set his fork down, “Is this a dish of your creation?”
I nodded, uncertain of my voice and
having no idea why I didn’t trust myself to speak.
“It is amazing. The way in which you balance the spices with
the subtle caramel flavor while allowing the flavor of the steak to still
dominate the dish is impressive.”
The look on my face must have said
it all because Caiden started to laugh.
I stood, ready to flee the disaster this dinner was turning in to.
Caiden gestured for me to sit while
he took several sobering breaths, “I am not what you expected. Clearly.
I meant no insult by it and I apologize for your discomfort. In all honesty, these manners are a bit of a
stretch for me now, it’s been so long since I’ve had call to use them.”
“I can imagine from your line of work.”
“How long have you had the scar?”
“Three years.”
He nodded, “Young for one of us.”
I didn’t know how to answer. Caiden saved me from trying to figure it out.
“You haven’t had much training with
this particular job, have you?”
I shook my head, “My teacher went
rogue about a year into my training.”
Caiden glanced up at the ceiling
for several seconds, “Must have been Joseph Ramirez?”
“Yeah.”
“I knew the Monitor who confronted
Joseph. Didn’t end well.”
I snorted, “That’s one way to put
it. That Enforcer didn’t give Joe a
chance.”
Caiden flinched ever so slightly at
that, “There was more than you realize to what happened with Joseph.”
“Try me.”
“Joseph was looking for a way to
take your powers as well. He was looking
for a better high from the storms.”
“Whatever. I’m done.”
“Please, Shayna. I’m not trying to speak ill of him. You wanted to know.”
“True. If you’re right, prove it. How was Joe going to try to hurt me?”
“What did Joseph tell you of your
ability as a Rider?”
“I had enough talent to train, that
I needed to be trained so I didn’t hurt anyone.
I’d probably never be one of the great Riders.”
“That’s the first part of the
proof. You’re not just a Rider. I’m guessing you’d make one hell of a
Monitor. You have an intuition about storms
and Riders that few of our kind can match.”
That caught me off guard. Caiden didn’t give me much time, though, to
digest that news.
“The second part is that I knew one
of the others who trained under Joseph.
I believe he would have been Joseph’s apprentice just before Joseph
started to train you. Michael?”
I nodded my head. Joe’d told me about a guy named Michael, “I
was told Michael’d burned himself out trying to take on too big of a storm by
himself.”
“Not true. The Master Counsel’s belief is that Joe was
trying to ride the storm through Michael.”
“Thinking he could magnify his high
because of the added ability from Michael.”
Caiden nodded. He let me chew on that discovery for a few
minutes before continuing.
“Now. Back to what I said about your
abilities. Shayna, you need more
training. Your potential will not let
you live in peace. With talent like what
you have, if you don’t accept the training, the chances of you ending up rogue
are quite high. And I don’t want to
think of what it would take to stop you if that ever were to happen.”
I blinked. What was there to say to that?
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