Diamond Star (46 page)

Kelric regarded him implacably. "Who's going to stop me?"

"This isn't Skolia," Del shot back. "Maybe you can do whatever you want there, Mister Imperator, but you can't on Earth."

A strangled sound came from Ricki. Del knew he should stop, but he didn't know how to untangle himself from the argument.

"So you're going to start an interstellar incident over it?" Kelric banged his console with his fist. "Just
once
can't you think about someone besides yourself?"

"I
always
think of everyone else." Del's voice cracked. "I stayed home while you were all off making war. I took care of everything when Father was hurt, ran our holdings, looked after the farm, and headed the family on Lyshriol. I was hardly more than twenty! When he got better, I just wanted a vacation. Just a few days. Well, I got it. Forty-five
years
of one."

"Del--" Kelric let out a breath. "It was terrible, yes. But you chose to take those drugs."

"Yeah, I kicked the taus. I made a stupid, stupid mistake. And you're all going to make me pay for it the rest of my life, aren't you?" Del's fists clenched on the console. "Because, of course, you never make those kinds of mistakes. Or maybe it's just that I got hit, and you never do."

Anger snapped in Kelric's voice. "I would never do the things you do."

"For flaming sake," Del said. "What have I done that's so terrible? Loved my kids. Harvested crops. And sung those stupid--" He struggled to stay calm. "I don't want to be the Dalvador Bard. You think I'm irresponsible? Why don't
you
go home and be the frigging King of Skyfall?"

A sharply indrawn breath came from Ricki. Del wanted to fold into a dot and disappear. The magical night had turned sour.

Kelric started to answer, then stopped. In a quieter voice he said, "Why stay on Earth? If you don't like singing, why do it there?"

Del didn't understand how his brother could be an empath and understand so little about how Del felt. "I didn't say I didn't want to sing. I like what I'm doing here. Gods, Kelric, I love it. And other people do, too. Everyone wants more and more."

"Until they use you up," Kelric said.

"Can't you
try
to understand?"

"We don't have that luxury." Beneath the rumble of Kelric's voice, he sounded as if he were struggling, too. "I wanted to be a mathematician. But I couldn't. I have duties, whether I want them or not. We had no choice about our birth, but we choose how we live our lives. Turn your back on us, and you're turning your back on your people. Is that what you want? To put your life ahead of the Imperialate?"

"How can you say that?" Del asked. "What more do I have to give up to satisfy you all? My soul?" He thought of Chaniece and the family life he could never have. "Hell, my DNA is all that matters. We both know I have nothing else to offer. Except my singing. That isn't useless or trivial. You want to take away the one thing I'm good at. I'll never be a genius like you or Dehya. I
can't.
But I
can
do this."

"And if something happens?" His brother shook his head. "You aren't just Del Arden, Prime-Nova's latest sensation. What you do has interstellar ramifications regardless of whether or not you want to acknowledge that. What if you're hurt? The next time two insane fans grab you, you may not survive."

Del stared at him. "You know?"

"I have the best covert ops in three empires," Kelric said. "When I tell them to find details, they find everything."

Sweat broke out on Del's forehead. "I'm all right."

"This time." Kelric leaned forward. "If you
ever
duck your bodyguards again, I'm pulling you out."

"No." Del regarded him steadily. "I won't put myself or them at risk if I can help it. But you have to let go. Let me make my own decisions. And yes, if I make bad ones, I pay the price. But it's my responsibility, not yours. You have no right--legally or morally--to drag me away against my will."

Kelric met his gaze. "I don't give a damn about the Harrison Protocol. It wasn't written for someone in your position. You aren't just some citizen, Del. That you're a member of the Ruby Dynasty may mean nothing to you, but it does to everyone else. And don't argue morals with me. I have a moral imperative to make sure my brother doesn't get himself killed."

Del was gripping the console so hard, his knuckles turned white. "You aren't my keeper."

"If I say I am," Kelric told him, "I am. Period."

"You know what?" Del hurt too much to hold back. "You can go fuck yourself."

Kelric glanced at his console, undoubtedly checking the Iotic translation of a certain English word. Dryly he said, "I think that's anatomically impossible."

Del couldn't answer. He had to get off before he said more he would regret. Hotness filled his eyes, and he could never,
never
shed tears in front of Kelric. He would rather curl up and die. "You had your say. I listened. I have to go."

Kelric exhaled. "I don't want to leave it this way."

"What way?" Del asked. "Like this: 'Del, I'm going to control your entire life, but don't feel bad that I've ruined the only career you'll ever have.' "

"If I were going to control your life," Kelric said, "you wouldn't be on the Moon with your girlfriend. You would be here."

Del struggled to keep his voice even. "If you see Dehya, tell her I commed her. Good-bye."

After a moment, Kelric said, "All right. Good-bye."

Del cut the connection. Then he sat in front of the darkened screen, staring at nothing. How could the little boy he had carried around the house have become this massive, dominating stranger?

Ricki came over and stood next to him. She rested her hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry."

He couldn't answer. A betraying tear escaped his eye and ran down his face. He wiped it away angrily. Ricki didn't push, she just let him be, her hand a gentle weight on his shoulder.

After a while, he said, "I used to dream they would accept me. I thought if I could show them, really show them, that I could succeed, it would matter." Del stood up and walked away from the console, moving slowly in the surreal gravity, across to the dais and up its steps to the bed. Then he faced her. "But it's useless. They'll never take me as I am."

She spoke softly. "It would never have occurred to me that a man from so powerful a family couldn't live his life as he chose."

"It's not that simple." Del felt the questions roiling within her. "Go ahead. Ask."

"That man--he was Kelric Skolia?"

"Yes."

"The Imperator."

"Yeah. The Imperator."

"My God," Ricki whispered.

He folded his arms across his torso, though he didn't know if the action was defiant or protective. "Kelric was born when I was a teenager. I used to baby-sit him."

"Del, that man is much older than you."

"I know."

He told her then about the cryogenesis, everything except about Chaniece and his children. When he finished, Ricki gave him a shaky smile. "All this time, I thought you were so young for me. Now it turns out you're almost twice my age."

He laughed unevenly. Then he held out his hand. "Do you still want me, after hearing what an irresponsible screw-up I am?"

Ricki came up on the dais and took his hand. "I don't see any irresponsible screw-ups in this room."

Del pulled her into his arms and held her close, laying his head on hers. A tear squeezed out under his eyelashes. His hands wandered down her back, each caress a healing balm.

He pulled her onto the bed, and they lay together. She was gentler tonight, helping him slide off her clothes and his own. He entered her with a sense of homecoming, but it wasn't real, because even his home was an illusion he could only see but never own. His legs moved against the soft skin of her inner thighs, her stomach firm beneath his, her breasts full in his hands as he thrust inside of her, slow and strong. He rose on the crest of their desire, the intensity of his pleasure drowning his emotions, yet no matter how high it took him, it wasn't enough. He loved her in the Moon's soft gravity, as if that reaffirming act of life could banish a pain within him that never disappeared.

XX: Rising Diamond

Zachary stalked into Ricki's office while she was working on a new virt for the Conquistadors. She looked up with a start.

"Zach," she said. "How's it going?"

"It's been better." He dropped into a console chair near her desk and brought up the holos she was viewing. "This is crap."

"Thanks," she said crossly. "You do good work, too." Unfortunately, he was right. She couldn't concentrate. She had Del on the mind. A Ruby prince? She didn't know whether to be thrilled or run the other way. Their interlude on the Moon two days ago had been a dream, both ethereally beautiful and heartbreaking. Del hadn't wanted to talk about what she had overheard, but she would never forget. Listening to his monumentally overwhelming brother dismiss the central passion of Del's life as if it were nothing had been one of the most painful moments of her career. Hearing the love behind his brother's words only made it worse.

The more Ricki saw Del create, the more she heard of his inspiration, the more she knew she was seeing the genuine article. As a child, she had loved music, the one joy she had shared with her father. Nothing she had ever done had seemed good enough for him, but he liked to hear her sing. And then he left anyway. She had never seen music the same after that, and over the years she had become so jaded, she no longer believed true artists existed.

Del proved her wrong. She couldn't love him, she didn't dare risk it, but it was happening and she didn't know how to make it stop. She had no desire to be a notch in his belt. It was too complicated to unravel. He always held back, even when he had loved her with such passion on the Moon.

"Ricki?" Zachary asked.

"Sorry." She mentally shook herself. "I've been cranking this virt all day and it's zeroware."

Zachary scowled at her. "Do you think you could talk in English for once? I have no idea what the fuck you just said."

"What, you like profanity better?" She let out a breath and spoke more calmly. "Zeroware. Like old-fashioned software. Or meshware. Except it's nothing ware. The band and I spent three hours looking for images, and none of us are happy with the results."

Zachary flicked through the holos of bullfighters swirling their capes into starry fields of nebulae. "These aren't bad."

"I was thinking a Spanish theme. The Conquistadors are hot right now."

He kept bringing up images, but Ricki didn't think he was really looking at them. Finally she said, "What's up?"

He swiveled the chair to face her. "Do you remember the Eubian act that Acquisitions wants to sign to our Classics label?"

"Eubian?"

"Traders."

"Oh. Yeah, vaguely," Ricki said. "Wasn't there some problem with who would sign the contract?"

Zachary shifted his weight. "The musicians don't have the authority to do it. An Aristo lord has to sign."

"All sorts of acts do that. For a while, I thought Del was going to delegate everything to Mac Tyler." Del had turned out to be a lot savvier than any of them expected.

"This isn't the same." Zachary regarded her uneasily. "The musicians
can't
sign. They can't do anything without this guy's permission. Because he owns them."

Ricki snorted. "A lot of managers think they own the act. And yeah, it can get ugly. But they have to work that out themselves."

"I don't think you understand. He owns them. Literally."

Ricki laughed. "You make it sound like they're his slaves."

Zachary didn't smile. "They are."

"That can't be." She wondered what was up. "They're an accomplished act. Phenomenal, that guy in Acquisitions said."

"They are," Zachary said. "Except for this one 'little' thing. I just finished going over the changes the reps from Tarex want in the contract."

"Tarex? What is that?"

"Tarex Interstellar. It's a Eubian entertainment conglomerate. Axil Tarex, the chief executive officer, owns the musicians." He pushed his hand across his silvered hair. "The alterations in the contract specify that Tarex has to sign all agreements, receive all income, and make all decisions regarding the act."

"Sure, it's rigid," Ricki said. "But it isn't unheard of."

Zachary shook his head. "I've never seen language like this. It refers to the musicians as products."

"We've been accused of the same," Ricki said dryly.

"I mean,
literally.
" He stared at her. "That contract says Axil Tarex owns them. Legally owns. Slaves, Ricki."

She didn't want to hear this. It made her too uncomfortable. "But that's just a nomenclature thing, right? Traders don't really own people. Not the way we think of it. It's a label."

"I don't think so." Zachary shifted his weight. "I talked to Staver Aunchild. He's livid. He used words far less polite than 'label.' "

Ricki moved holofiles around on her desk. "He's Skolian. They're always upset with the Traders. They just had a war."

"I know. But he's gruesomely articulate when he's upset." He slapped the arm of his chair. "That group didn't
seem
misused when I met them. Just happy to sign with an Allied label."

"So how would our refusing to sign them achieve anything? If we sign them, they'll reach a new market. That should please Tarex, which would be good for them." A thought came to her. "If they're unhappy, they could defect to Earth after a concert or something."

His voice tightened. "Are you suggesting we encourage them to an action that's a political and legal bombshell? You do realize you could be arrested for that."

"Arrested by who?" Ricki demanded. "Axil Tarex has no sway on Earth."

"He's a powerful man," Zachary said. "On a scale far beyond anything we deal with."

Ricki thought of Del.
If only you knew.
But she saw his point. "Of course I would never encourage a Eubian citizen to defect."

"Make sure of it." He leaned forward. "Because if we sign the act, we have to deal with this Aristo."