Heart Legacy
“I keep telling myself that she just can’t get much better, but with every book she amazes and surprises me!”—The Best Reviews
Praise for the futuristic fantasy of
Robin D. Owens,
Winner of the 2002 RITA Award for Best Paranormal Romance by the Romance Writers of America
“Another terrific tale from the brilliant mind of Robin D. Owens. Don’t miss it.”
—Romance Reviews Today
“A taut mixture of suspense and action . . . that leaves you stunned.”
—Smexy Books
“Sexy, emotionally intense, and laced with humor.”
—Library Journal
“Each story is as fresh and new as the first one was.”
—Fresh Fiction
“[A] wonderfully imaginative series.”
—Romance Junkies
“The romance is passionate, the characters engaging, and the society and setting exquisitely crafted.”
—Booklist
“Maintaining the ‘world building’ for science fiction and character-driven plot for romance is near impossible. Owens does it brilliantly.”
—TRRC Reading
“[Owens] provides a wonderful, gripping mix of passion, exotic futuristic settings, and edgy suspense. If you’ve been waiting for someone to do futuristic romance right, you’re in luck, Robin D. Owens is the author for you.”
—Jayne Castle, author of Siren’s Call
“Engaging characters, effortless world building, and a sizzling romance make this a novel that’s almost impossible to put down.”
—The Romance Reader
“Owens paints a world filled with characters who sweep readers into an unforgettable adventure with every delicious word, every breath, every beat of their hearts. Brava!”
—Deb Stover, award-winning author of Almost an Angel
Titles by Robin D. Owens
HEARTMATE
HEART THIEF
HEART DUEL
HEART CHOICE
HEART QUEST
HEART DANCE
HEART FATE
HEART CHANGE
HEART JOURNEY
HEART SEARCH
HEART SECRET
HEART FORTUNE
HEART FIRE
HEART LEGACY
GHOST SEER
GHOST LAYER
Anthologies
WHAT DREAMS MAY COME
(with Sherrilyn Kenyon and Rebecca York)
HEARTS AND SWORDS
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Owens, Robin D.
Heart legacy / Robin D. Owens. — Berkley Sensation trade paperback edition.
p. cm. — (Celta ; 13)
ISBN 978-0-425-26397-6 (softcover)
1. Life on other planets—Fiction. 2. Man-woman relationships—Fiction. 3. Paranormal romance stories. I. Title.
PS3615.W478H46 2015
813'.6—dc23
2015025739
PUBLISHING HISTORY
Berkley Sensation trade paperback edition / November 2015
Cover art by Tony Mauro.
Cover design by George Long.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. The publisher does not have any control over and does not assume any responsibility for author or third-party websites or their content.
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Contents
Praise for the futuristic fantasy of Robin D. Owens
Titles by Robin D. Owens
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Characters
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-one
Chapter Twenty-two
Chapter Twenty-three
Chapter Twenty-four
Chapter Twenty-five
Chapter Twenty-six
Chapter Twenty-seven
Chapter Twenty-eight
Chapter Twenty-nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-one
Chapter Thirty-two
Chapter Thirty-three
Chapter Thirty-four
Chapter Thirty-five
Chapter Thirty-six
Chapter Thirty-seven
Chapter Thirty-eight
Chapter Thirty-nine
Chapter Forty
Characters
Draeg Betony-Blackthorn’s Family:
Note: Draeg is undercover as Draeg Hedgenettle.
Corax: Draeg’s new raven Familiar Companion
Straif T’Blackthorn: adoptive father, FirstFamily GrandLord, tracker (hero of Heart Choice)
Tinne Holly: cousin to Straif T’Blackthorn, Draeg’s adoptive father. Concerned about the old Yew threats against his Family (hero of Heart Fate)
Ilex Winterberry: cousin by marriage to Draeg through Mitchella Clover D’Blackthorn, Chief of all the Druida City Guards (police) and formally in charge of the investigation (hero of Heart Quest)
Mitchella Clover D’Blackthorn: adoptive mother, interior designer, FirstFamily GrandLady (heroine of Heart Choice)
Antenn Blackthorn-Moss: adoptive brother, architect and inhabitant of the Turquoise House (hero of Heart Fire)
Nico: Draeg’s full brother
Vesus: Draeg’s full brother
Loridana Itha Valerian D’Yew’s Family:
Baccat: Lori’s cat Familiar Companion
The Yew Residence: the sentient manor house
Cuspid Yew: a distant cousin, a generation older than Lori, maître de maison; he and Folia Yew and the Residence run the staff of the Residence and preside over the Family
Folia Yew: thirty-something unmarried housekeeper
Vi Yew: daughter of Cuspid Yew, twin of Zus, about a year and a half older than Lori
Zus Yew: son of Cuspid Yew, twin of Vi, about a year and a half older than Lori
Everyone who lives on the Yew estate and works in the Residence are Family members.
Lori’s Stridebeasts (two of six named):
Semper
/> Cana
The Horses:
Smyrna
Ragan
Others:
Cal Marigold: boy who is the reincarnation of Draeg’s mentor, Tab Holly
Cratag Maytree T’Marigold: Cal’s father, an ex-merchant guard (hero of Heart Change)
Garrett Primross: private investigator, informally in charge of the investigation (hero of Heart Secret)
Nuin Ash: Heir of the Ashes, son of GreatLord Rand T’Ash and Danith Mallow, friend of Draeg, a Fire Mage
Lahsin Holly: Lori’s grandfather’s (MotherSire’s) ex-wife, Lahsin Yew; now Tinne Holly’s wife
Marin Holly: younger child of Tinne Holly and Lahsin Holly
Anthema Mayweed: Lori’s chance-met new acquaintance
GreatLord Rand T’Ash: jeweler, blacksmith, Flair tester (hero of HeartMate); his Fam is Zanth
GrandLady D’Grove: Captain of the FirstFamily Council
Avellana Hazel: youngest child of the Hazels, HeartMate to Muin (Vinni), T’Vine, holographic artist
GreatLord Muin (Vinni) T’Vine: the prophet of Celta
One
CELTA,
424 years after colonization by Earth, Druida City, late winter
I want you to go undercover as a spy at the Yew estate.” Tinne Holly, one of the best fighters on Celta, prowled his sparring salon, his bare feet making no sound on the wooden floor.
Wiping the sweat from his torso with a towel, Draeg Betony-Blackthorn watched the older man. He’d had to use all his strength, guile, and skill to keep their match even. “I take that statement to mean that the guards of Druida City didn’t consider the button you found beneath the failed balcony as evidence.”
Scowling, Tinne made a cutting gesture. “The button is inscribed with Yew leaves. The only enemies my wife and daughter—who could have died when that balcony gave way—have are the Yews. But the guards say the button isn’t evidence. Who else would have Yew buttons?”
Draeg raised his brows. “No one received a psychic impression that it came from the Yews. No one could date that button, either. And how many shops might have old Holly buttons?”
“Don’t know.” Tinne waved that away.
Draeg shook his head. “Go undercover on the Yew estate? As far as I know, the Yews are completely self-sufficient. Not one of them has taken their place in FirstFamily Druida society.” And the FirstFamilies, the descendants of the Earthan colonists that had funded the journey to Celta, comprised the highest status on the planet. Another disbelieving shake. “You really think the Yews have allied with the fanatic fringe of the Traditionalist Stance?”
“Yes, the Yews are the most conservative Family, and the Traditionalist Stance prizes old ways.”
“That’s a leap of logic,” Draeg said.
Tinne’s face set. “Accidents are happening, mostly targeted at children. It’s the Traditionalist Stance behind them.” His shoulders straightened. “That political party wishes to preserve the status quo and is against Commoners testing to become Nobles, or moving up the social ladder in any other way. Commoners who have access to the strongest Flaired people in the world, the FirstFamilies. People who shape society and the world. That can cause a lot of resentment in those from older Families who haven’t been able to climb so high, that Commoners are better connected than Nobles who’ve had titles for three or even four centuries. And Commoner women like Danith Mallow and Mitchella Clover have married into the highest strata.”
“They’re HeartMates of FirstFamily Lords, fated mates,” Draeg protested.
“They’re Commoner women who have married FirstFamily Lords, borne children of mixed blood, Noble and Commoner.”
Draeg’s mouth dropped open at the wrongness of that statement. “Nobody cares—”
“Borne children with odd Flair, perhaps. Borne children who might be mutants.”
“We’re all fliggering mutants here on Celta. Probably were on old Earth, too. Nobody cares about blood.” Draeg’s words exploded, his body primed again to fight.
“Most people care about the strength of Flair, true, but I think those of the Traditionalist Stance care about mixing Noble and Commoner blood. And I think that movement has fanatics, and I think the Yews are mixed up with them, wanting to get back into political power, maybe.”
“That’s crazy!” Draeg objected.
“That’s fanaticism.”
Draeg scrubbed dried sweat from his face, then looked at Tinne. “You really believe this.”
“I really do.” Tinne’s jaw flexed.
Draeg allowed himself a couple of paces, too. “Why me?”
“You’re wasted here as an instructor. You should be doing more.”
“Like spying on the Yews?” Draeg asked drily.
“Like working with your adoptive father with the T’Blackthorn guards.” Tinne’s white-blond brows came down. “And staying off the streets of Druida at night, looking for and finding trouble.”
Draeg snorted, threw the towel aside. “Don’t lecture me. And get someone else to handle this Yew business.”
Tinne’s pewter gaze drilled into Draeg. “And you are good for this job because you hired out as a mercenary guard and traveled protecting merchants. You know stridebeasts and horses.”
“I know stridebeasts.”
Tinne shrugged. “You can learn horses.”
“What’s horses have to do with anything?”
“The Sallow Family say that they’ve been contacted by the Yews, who are considering buying horses. The Yews want a stableman and horse trainer.” Tinne’s lips curved in a thin smile. “And a man who knows stridebeasts.”
“Stableman,” Draeg said, but he liked animals.
“The Sallows will work with you until you know horses well.”
“Huh.”
“And I’ll remind you that your oldest adoptive brother is a Commoner and has thwarted the Traditionalist Stance before. He’d be on the list of people to remove, too.”
Draeg’s skin chilled. “No.”
“Think not?” Tinne settled into his balance and stared at Draeg, and waited.
“I’ll do it.”
“Good.”
Four weeks later, D’Yew estate within the walls of Druida City, early spring
You should not be visualizing My FamWoman naked.
Draeg Betony-Blackthorn jolted at the disapproving mental voice in his head and slid his gaze around the stable courtyard to see who might have spoken to him telepathically. He’d had a fleeting nude vision of FirstFamily GrandLady D’Yew, imagined from when he’d seen her and the cat slip out of the estate at night.
The cat!
Loridana is MINE. Not yours. You do not get to have her in any way, shape, or form. You keep your lascivious thoughts to yourself. The male cat’s mental order rang in Draeg’s head. He zeroed in on the large gray tabby Familiar Companion. The tom sat in a patch of morning spring sunlight on the wooden bench outside the stable.
I haven’t met you before, Draeg sent back. He didn’t think anyone was checking up on him from the Residence, watching in the trees, like they had been the first week he’d been here on the Yew estate. Still, it was better to be safe and answer the cat with his mind than talk to it aloud.
As far as he knew, the Yews believed him to be a man with low Flair, psi power, whom they’d hired to take care of the stables.
He studied the cat with narrowed eyes. Draeg hadn’t met many Fams strong enough to pick up images from his mind. He’d have to watch that.
And what else might the cat know? Both with regard to what he’d pluck from Draeg’s lax mental shields . . . and, yeah, Draeg might be able to pump the feline about the people in the Residence, and Loridana D’Yew, the FirstFamily GrandLady.
With a bespelled broom, Draeg continued to damp-sweep the red flagstoned courtyard in between the U of three brick stable blocks, only one in good shape. I just have your word that you are the Fam of FirstFamily GrandLady D’Yew. He added a mocking note to his mental voic
e. That is what you’re saying, right? That you’re her Fam? If so, why aren’t you with her?
The cat glared at him with unblinking yellow eyes and hissed, his nose lifting. The Residence is unpleasant and disagreeable and mean. The Family is similarly so. I do not like them. A short pause. WE do not like them, My FamWoman Loridana and I.
Draeg figured that meant that the Residence, an intelligent manor house, could sense the cat within its walls and didn’t want the tom inside.
He got a blurred image from the Fam’s mind of the cat getting kicked, and Draeg stilled. He didn’t think he was supposed to have received that. Interesting. He might be able to receive more from the Fam’s mind now and then. Useful for his mission. Which was to find out who in the Yew household had hooked up with the Traditionalist Stance fanatics and was engineering “accidents” for some of the younger members of the FirstFamilies, most particularly the Yews’ enemies, the Hollys.
The cat leapt from the bench and strolled around Draeg, nose raised and sniffing.
Draeg leaned on his broom; the courtyard looked good. So you’re not allowed into the Residence, huh? Where have you been hiding?
Jumping once more onto the bench, the cat circled and sent, I reside in My very own shed in the garden that only Loridana and I use. It is My particular territory.
Pretty fancy words for a FamCat.
My previous companion, a scholarly professor, raised Me from a kitten. I am an EXCEPTIONAL Fam.
Draeg snorted. Cats always believed that. Yet you do not live in the Residence.
The Fam just sniffed.
Draeg continued, From what I understand, the Yew Family doesn’t allow the young GrandLady much independence. It was a deduction, and a leading statement to lure the Fam into talking about the woman. But it was based on the fact that Draeg had watched her leave the estate at night and followed her into Druida City proper four times in the two weeks he’d been here.
Like all FirstFamily estates, the Yew land was situated within the Druida City walls, but in a portion called “Noble Country,” with the more populated areas to the east.
Unlike other members of the Family, Draeg hadn’t seen her leave the Residence at any time other than late at night. He didn’t think the rest of the Family knew of her nocturnal rambles.