Fated Blades
SHORT NOVEL
KINSMEN WORLD
AVAILABLE ON NOVEMBER 23, 2021
An uneasy alliance between warring families gets heated in this otherworldly novella from bestselling author Ilona Andrews.
At first glance, the planet Rada seems like a lush paradise. But the ruling families, all boasting genetically enhanced abilities, are in constant competition for power—and none more so than the Adlers and the Baenas. For generations, the powerful families have pushed and pulled each other in a dance for dominance.
Until a catastrophic betrayal from within changes everything.
Now, deadly, disciplined, and solitary leaders Ramona Adler and Matias Baena must put aside their enmity and work together in secret to prevent sinister forces from exploiting universe-altering technology. Expecting to suffer through their uneasy alliance, Ramona and Matias instead discover that they understand each other as no one in their families can—and that their combined skills may eclipse the risks of their forbidden alliance.
As the two warriors risk their lives to save their families, they must decide whether to resist or embrace the passion simmering between them. For now, the dance between their families continues—but just one misstep could spell the end of them both.
The excerpt is below, but before we get there, let’s do this fast like ripping off the band aid.
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Why did you decide to do this?
To be honest, Amazon wanted to work with us for a long time. We’ve had various people approach us, but Gordon and I are not fans of exclusives. We turned everyone down. Then earlier this year our agent called and said that Montlake is really interested in working with us. According to her, they are great group of people, they are fans of our work, and perhaps we should consider doing a test novella with them to really gauge what Amazon can do for us.
A test novella didn’t seem like a bad idea. We had an idea for a novella set in the Kinsmen world and we didn’t think it would get much traction by itself. Kinsmen is an old series. Silver Shark came out 10 years ago. We desperately needed a break from Ruby Fever or we would never finish it. We talked about it and decided to roll the dice. We would do the novella, feed it to Amazon’s promo machine, and see what happened.
Except that novella turned into a short novel and here we are now, with print and audio.
We’ve gone through the entirety of the editing process with Montlake and we have been treated so well. Our experience with traditional publishing houses is that even when you are selling copies left and right, they tend to treat you as very valuable but also special person in a way a smart toddler might be treated as precious and special by their family. I’m not talking about the editor here, but rather the publisher. They acknowledge you but they also think that you know nothing about anything except writing. They don’t really want your input that much, even when you say obvious things like “Why are we placing huge emphasis on our print orders when it’s 5% of our sales?” You have seen some of our covers.
Working with Montlake, there was none of that. We were part of the team. There was no specialness and it was so refreshing. We very much enjoyed this collaboration. We will see what happens with sales.
Now, we promised you an excerpt.
Fated Blades
Of all the families in New Delphi, beware the secare the most, my son.
We are kinsmen. Our ancestors have enhanced our bloodlines to help humanity spread across the stars. All of us have trained for the art of individual combat. We are faster and stronger than an average human. We are duelists, but the secare were bred to slaughter. They excel at mass murder. That is the sole reason they came to be. It is our saving grace that the two secare families hate each other more than they detest the rest of us.
Avoid conflict with the secare at all costs. Should an opportunity to compete with them present itself, let it pass you by. Do not become their enemy, and better yet, do not become their friend, for there can be no peace between the Baenas and the Adlers. Sooner or later, they will clash again, as their foreparents have done generations ago, and if you ally with one of the two, you will find yourself facing the bloodred glow of the seco blade.
Should you ever encounter two secare who move as one, abandon your pride and run, my son. For your life is more precious to me than any treasure in this galaxy.
Henri Davenport
Letters to Haider Davenport
Planet Rada, Dahlia Province, City of New Delphi
Chapter 1
Rituals brought order to the chaos of life. Order was something Matias Baena deeply cherished, and so every Monday, at precisely 7:00 a.m., he entered his office on the top floor of the twisted blade that was Baena Tower and spent the next three hours sorting through the issues that had accumulated during the weekend. He read everything, organized it in order of priority, and formulated an action plan. At precisely 10:00 a.m., the small team of his top people entered his office to offer their insights and receive their marching orders.
Monday morning was sacred. The office door remained shut, the vid display refused incoming calls, and visitors were told to wait, no matter who they were. Nothing short of an attack on the building would warrant an interruption, so when Solei slipped through the door, Matias raised his head from R & D’s progress report and braced himself.
The chief security officer looked unperturbed. Of average height, with the lean, powerful build of a combat athlete, sandy skin, and pale-blond hair, Solei had been a civilian for six years, but his composure had been tempered in hundreds of space battles. He would report a small leak and a planetary invasion with the same controlled calm.
“Yes?” Matias asked.
“Ramona Adler is here.”
He must have misheard. “Define here.”
“She’s waiting in conference room 1A.”
“Waiting for what?”
“She would like to speak with you. Privately.”
If Solei had announced that his dead father had risen from the grave and was waiting outside the door, Matias would have been less surprised.
Of all the kinsmen families Matias disliked in the city of New Delphi, and he detested most of them, the Adlers were the only ones he hated. It wasn’t a personal hate. It was generational. He had inherited it the way he had inherited his father’s black hair and his mother’s hazel eyes. Both the Baenas and the Adlers had arrived on the planet at about the same time, settling in the same province and inevitably doing business in the same city, both possessed about the same amount of territory and resources, and more importantly, both were secare.
The two families had clashed repeatedly over their first 150 years on Rada. The last outburst of violence had taken place when his grandfather was young and ended without any formal ceasefire. The two sides had nearly wiped each other out and simply couldn’t continue to fight. Since then, the Adlers and the Baenas had settled into icy hostility, always watching each other, always ready for the feud to flare into raging violence. The animosity was mutual and deep. And now Ramona Adler waited in his conference room.
What was so important? Their policy of avoidance was working well so far. When forced to be in some proximity in public, he and Ramona painstakingly pretended the other didn’t exist, and the kinsmen society, which had a long memory, enthusiastically supported their strategy of evading a bloodbath. They were never seated near each other. They were never formally introduced to each other. They never had a conversation.
Ramona could have called. Instead, she marched into his den and demanded to see him. She knew he could react with violence.
Normally, he might have called this reckless, except Ramona Adler was anything but. He had studied her since he was in his teens because she was a potential enemy, and he knew her as well as he did his own family. Ramona was like one of the smoke-furred foxes that inhabited the deep woods in the north, careful, calculating, and subtle. She struck only when she had complete confidence in her success, and she was lethal.
He had to know why she was here, and there was only one way to find out.
Matias rose and strode out the door. Solei turned with crisp precision left over from his military days and followed him, a vigilant, silent shadow.
The conference room lay at the other end of the tower, separated from Matias’s office by a hundred meters of hallway. The Baena building borrowed its shape from the unfurling seco blade that gave the secare their name. It began as a wave, a low curve of plastisteel wrapped in panes of dark solar glass, dipped, then suddenly surged upward to the height of seventy meters, expanding into a hard vertical plane. A not-so-subtle warning.
The glass brightened as it climbed, and here, at the very top of the building, the panels were a deep, vivid red. The tinted light flooded the hallways through the translucent ceiling. Normally, he found it soothing, but today the air above the black floor seemed drenched in blood.
Most kinsmen didn’t know where their unique abilities came from. Their beginnings had been lost to centuries of galactic expansion. The secare were different. All of them traced their origins to the Second Outer Rim War, when two budding interstellar empires clashed over a resource-rich cluster of planets. The brutal conflict lasted for sixty-two standard years, and the secare had been genetically engineered for that war.
While massive spaceships collided across the star systems, spitting energy and missile salvos, the secare fought in close quarters with seco weapons embedded in their bodies. A tool like no other, the seco technology allowed its owners to project short-range force fields from their arms that could become a shield or a blade in an instant. A seco shield could absorb an energy blast and stop a stream of projectiles. A seco blade could slice through solid metal like it was warm butter.
The secare had developed their own martial art, shifting between assault and defense in the blink of an eye. They were the silent dagger to the blunt hammer of the space armada, and the Sabetera Geniocracy used them again and again to bleed their opponents dry.
The war was long over, and the few remaining secare had scattered through the galaxy. Once comrades in arms, now the secare avoided each other at all costs. It was one of the universe’s great ironies that after running halfway across the galaxy to get away from each other, both the Baenas and the Adlers ended up in the same sector, on the same planet, and in the same province.
The Baena family was guarded by state-of-the-art security. Matias oversaw it personally, and he hired only the best. All his guards were seasoned veterans with combat implants and skills honed by training and battle. They were well armed and ready. And if he felt like it, he could kill everyone in the building in minutes. It would be a massacre. They would know that he was coming, and all their experience and weapons would do them no good.
If he could do it, so could Ramona. The secare were killing machines, and the six generations separating them from a long-forgotten war had done nothing to change that. If she snapped, he would be the only barrier between her and the slaughter of his people.
Why was she here?
“How did she get into the building?”
“She walked in,” the CSO said. “Our security intercepted her, and she told them that she’d come to see you. They called me. It seemed prudent to control the situation by escorting her to a secure room, away from civilian personnel.”
They both knew that Solei’s control of the situation was an illusion. Ramona could leave that room any moment she wished. And Solei’s people would sacrifice their lives to keep the other employees safe until he got there.
“Good call.”
“Thank you.”
They reached an ornate double door. It whispered open at their approach, and Matias entered a large crescent-shaped room. The wall opposite the entrance was curved red glass, presenting a distant panorama of New Delphi. Between him and the glass wall stood a large oval table, carved from a single massive chunk of Gibirus opal. The mineral inclusions within the stone reacted to light, fluorescing with shifting ripples of color—fiery red, glittering gold, and splashes of intense emerald—setting the table aglow from within. Ramona sat at the table, her back to the window, her face lit up by gem fire.
He had never observed her from this close.
Twenty-eight years old, average height, athletic build of a practicing martial artist, long brown hair, features most people would find attractive. All things he already knew from images, recordings, and occasional cursory glances during the handful of times they had found themselves in relative proximity at formal events. None of it had prepared him for her impact at this range.
The difference between her images and reality was shocking. Like seeing a recording of a brontotiger taken with care under perfect lighting versus turning around in the middle of a hike and finding a pair of golden eyes staring at you from the brush.
Her hair was a warm chocolate brown. She hadn’t bothered to put it up, and it spilled over her white jacket down to the curve of her breasts. The red light from the windows played on the dark strands, coaxing auburn highlights from the mass of loose waves. Her face was a soft oval, with a small but full mouth and high cheekbones. Her nose had a tiny bump on the bridge.
A narrow white scar, about two centimeters long, traced the curve of her bottom lip, stretching just under it to the corner of her mouth. She had killed the kinsman who gave it to her. She’d cut him in half, from right shoulder to his lowest left rib, with a single strike. The recording of it made the rounds. No other family dared to attack the Adlers after that.
Her eyes, a bright, startling blue, looked at him without fear or apprehension. She sat with a calm assurance, her body supple and elegant in a simple white pantsuit. She knew she was strong and fast, and that confidence showed in the tilt of her head, in the line of her shoulders, in the way she held herself. She could jump onto the table in a fraction of a second and dash toward him, her forearms releasing the seco and shaping them into lethal blades. A part of him would’ve welcomed it. He had never fought another secare outside of the family training hall.
He wanted to keep looking at her.
He wondered how fast she was.
He wondered if he was faster.
Ramona raised her eyebrows slightly.
He had to say something or do something. He couldn’t just stand there, gawking like an idiot.
Matias took the closest chair and waved his hand. The ten guards positioned along the wall lowered their weapons and walked out. Solei lingered. Ramona looked at the CSO with her disturbing eyes and then looked back at Matias. He felt a sudden urge to do something dramatic and impressive.
He needed to get ahold of himself. She was in his territory, in the building he owned. He already had her undivided attention.
Matias dismissed Solei with a nod. The CSO withdrew, giving Ramona one last warning look. The door shut behind him.
Matias fixed her with his stare. “To what do I owe the horror?”
“I came to ask two questions.”
Her voice suited her, a rich, smooth contralto.
“Very well. I’m all ears.”
“Do you know where your wife is?”
His brain skipped a beat, then kicked into high gear. It wasn’t a threat. If the Adlers had kidnapped Cassida, the ransom demand would have been delivered via a message. There was no reason for Ramona to put herself in danger.
He accessed his implant. A translucent interface overlaid the vision in his left eye. He selected Cassida’s name from the contact list and waited.
A second passed.
Another.
A third.
She should have answered. Her implant would have recognized his call and linked with his even if she was unconscious. Either her implant was removed, which meant Cassida was dead, or she had deliberately blocked his calls.
“No answer?” Ramona asked. Her tone was perfectly neutral, but somehow, he felt mocked.
“Fine. I’ll play. Where is my wife?”
“I wish I knew.” She slowly reached into her jacket, withdrew a small tablet, and placed it on the table. “But I think he does.”
On the screen, Cassida ran across a small, paved lot, her bright golden dress flaring around her, her auburn hair flying, as she sped toward a blond man waiting by a late-model aerial. He opened his arms, and Cassida jumped onto him, wrapping her legs around his hips.
A wave of ice splashed Matias and evaporated into intense, furious heat. His left hand clenched into a fist under the table. His wife was cheating on him.
Their marriage wasn’t perfect. Strictly speaking, it wasn’t loving or passionate, but it was perfectly amiable. He had remained faithful to her since their wedding almost three years ago. It never crossed his mind that she wouldn’t do the same.
Ramona was looking at the screen with an odd expression. Not pain, but rather resignation. “The unbridled joy seems unfair.”
“What is the point of showing me this?”
“That’s the wrong question. The right question is, Who is the man she’s climbing?”
She zoomed the recording with a flick of her fingers, and he saw the man’s face—golden tan, square jaw, glowing with health and that particular polish that came with wealth and too much grooming. Recognition punched him.
“Your wife is having an affair with my husband,” Ramona said.
For a moment they shared a silence as he came to grips with Cassida licking the inside of Gabriel Adler’s mouth.
Ramona spoke first. “That brings me to my second question. Have you experienced any security or data breaches in the last few weeks? Go ahead. Check. I will wait.”
Matias surged off the chair and out the door. In the hallway, the guards saw his face and flattened themselves against the walls.
“She does not leave,” he growled. “Solei, with me.”
#
Thirty minutes later Matias marched back into the conference room, and this time he didn’t bother to sit down.
Ramona offered him a bitter smile. “She took everything?”
He didn’t answer. The humiliation was too deep, and his rage burned too hot.
For the last two weeks Cassida had used his credentials to log into their files from his home office. He had no idea how she’d obtained his password, but with the proposal deadline approaching, he had worked from home with increasing frequency, logging in after hours. Her activity hadn’t raised any alarms. She’d copied the entirety of their seco research.
“Gabriel has done the same,” Ramona said.
They were sharing a rapidly sinking boat.
Until three years ago the technology of the seco had been lost. The seco weapon was a marvel of bioengineering. In its initial form, it was a hair-thin glowing strand visible only under strong magnification. When examined through nanoscale imaging, the strand turned into an ethereal narrow ribbon knitted from a million nanobots. It floated in the buffer solution, undulating and shifting, waiting for its host. When the time came, it and its twin would be implanted into the forearms of a newborn from a secare bloodline.
If the baby didn’t inherit the secare ability, the ribbon would harmlessly dissolve within a year.
If the baby was born secare, the glittering constellation of nanobots would anchor itself and grow for another twenty-five months, forming a subcutaneous channel along the front of the arm until eventually the skin would split, allowing a microscopically narrow ridge to rise to the surface. It was invisible to the naked eye and too small to be felt by touch, but he knew exactly where it was. If he held his arms straight out, palms down, he could almost see the ridges running from his elbows to his wrists. When he wanted a blade, the seco burst forward over his wrist. When he wanted a shield, it fanned out from the entirety of his forearm, projecting into a shape he required.
The secare started training their children as soon as they could walk. They used the seco, they killed with it, and they replicated it, but nobody fully understood how the strands worked or why some children from secare bloodlines could use them and others couldn’t. The secare were never trusted with that knowledge by their creators.
Then, three years ago, a salvager had stumbled onto a forgotten Sabetera Geniocracy lab in a random asteroid field. He brought the data banks he found there to Rada, sold them to the Baenas, to the Adlers, and to a third kinsmen family, the Davenports, letting everyone think that the sale was exclusive, and got the hell off planet as fast as his ship’s drive would carry him.
The recovered intel opened the door to the creation of seco force fields by industrial means. Oh, it would require significant power and complex machinery to accomplish this, but it would blow conventional shields installed on modern warships out of the proverbial water. Bringing seco generators into mass production promised enormous benefits.
It also required a huge infusion of cash. Between the cost of rare metals, the custom nano cultures, and the cutting-edge tech required to retool the field to work without the biological component, developing the prototype would drain the Baenas’ savings to nearly nothing. They could lose everything they had built over the last seven generations, but if they succeeded, the family would be stabilized and well funded for centuries to come.
The secare were born risk-takers.
Nine months into the project, Matias realized that they were in a three-way race. The space sector offered only one industrial partner capable of mass-producing the seco generators. Whoever successfully pitched their idea first would reap all the spoils. All three families abandoned their other projects and shifted all their resources toward building a successful prototype.
Now Cassida was on the run, and a copy of the Baenas’ entire research was on the run with her. And so was Gabriel Adler with all his family’s work.
Matias unclenched his teeth. “What are you offering?”
Ramona narrowed her eyes. “I know my husband. This wasn’t his idea.”
“He’s off with my wife and your research. Now isn’t the time for sentimentality.”
Ramona shook her head. “Don’t get me wrong. I don’t mean to imply that he is an innocent pawn and your wife led him astray. But Gabriel lacks any sort of ambition. He has very little self-discipline, zero interest in business, and no knowledge of kinsmen politics. As long as he is fed, given an ample allowance, and allowed freedom to indulge himself, he’s perfectly content. He is too lazy to start this adventure on his own. I’m in awe of your wife. She has managed to motivate him in a way I never could, and the universe knows I’ve tried.”
“Cassida is very good at motivating.” She had mounted a relentless assault on his peace of mind since the moment they’d married. He thought they had reached an understanding. Apparently, Cassida simply shifted focus to a more receptive target.
“Time is a factor,” Ramona said.
He understood what was left unsaid. The stolen research would be sold. That sale would bankrupt their families.
“Cassida wouldn’t have left without lining up a buyer,” he said. “She isn’t always prudent, but she is shrewd. She knows that the moment I discovered the theft, I’d go after her with everything I’ve got.”
Ramona nodded. “I thought as much.”
They had to move now. They had to recover the research, and they had to do it quietly. On Rada, a kinsmen family’s standing was vital. It could mean the difference between being targeted in a feud and being invited to a negotiation table. Deals were offered and agreed upon based on the respect afforded to one’s family name.
The secare enjoyed an aura of menace. Both families had been attacked, and both he and Ramona had delivered a gory object lesson that the city wouldn’t soon forget. Most of their rivals considered a direct conflict with them out of the question. If it became known that not only had they suffered a catastrophic data breach, but their spouses had done it and then run away together right under their noses, their reputation would be in tatters. They would be disgraced. Even if they recovered the tech, they could no longer negotiate from a position of strength.
If speed was first, secrecy had to come second. Involving their families would only hinder them. He trusted his relatives with his life but not with his secrets.
“Who else knows?” he asked.
“The chief of cybersecurity and Karion,” she said.
Her older brother. He wouldn’t talk.
“I know my husband, but I don’t know your wife.” Ramona met his gaze.
“An alliance?” He raised his eyebrows, pretending to be surprised.
“A temporary one. Not between our families or our companies. Only you and me. We go quietly, we find them, we recover our assets before they destroy us, and then we never speak of it again.”
Ten minutes ago, as the cybernetic security department fell on its figurative sword in front of him, his brain had already cycled through the possibilities and arrived at the only possible course of action. He’d been going to propose the same thing, and if she’d balked, he had a list of arguments ready to convince her. She’d saved him the trouble. If only his enemies were always so obliging.
Ramona was waiting for his answer.
He let her wait for another breath and nodded. “Agreed.”
#
Matias Baena was something else.
Ramona leaned back in her seat and listened to him issue a flurry of orders to his CSO and Ladmina, his VP. He rattled off a quick, succinct rundown on immediate corporate tasks referred to in a manner that told her next to nothing about their true meaning and moved on to a catalog of things he required.
A fast, untraceable aerial with a survival kit.
A threat assessment on the Davenports, the third family with access to seco tech.
An internal lockdown on all information associated with the data breach.
A gag order and an expungement of her visit this morning, erasing all traces of her presence in the building from their surveillance.
An immediate implementation of a monitoring protocol tracking Cassida by implant and banking activity and both Cassida and Gabriel through a face recognition algorithm. If his wife spent any money, appeared in range of any cameras accessible by the public, or attempted to leave the planet, Matias would know about it.
He must’ve constructed a thorough list in his head, and now he methodically went through it, knocking items off one by one without a pause. Nothing was left to chance. He’d dissected the situation into chunks and addressed every aspect.
Precision was the quality secare prized most.
He acted like a secare, and he looked like one too. Her family kept the archival footage of the original unit, and she had watched it so many times over the years she could likely draw them from memory—the lean, strong soldiers in identical charcoal black, hardened by battle, stripped of all softness, with eyes that warned you off. The space crews developed the spacer stare, a haunted, distant look. The secare stared at you like a pack of human predators.
With his powerful body in a black doublet and his chiseled, harsh face, Matias would’ve fit right in, but it was the stare that cinched it. The scalding-hot stare of a hunter.
She had always thought he was cold, a closed-in, distant man with a stern glower. Someone capable of rationalizing cruelty. Someone who didn’t bend because he couldn’t be bothered, who never lost his composure. Impenetrable, like a chunk of obsidian. Who knew there was fire under all that volcanic glass?
A stray thought flickered through her mind. It must be so nice to have someone like him watching your back. Someone competent. Decisive. Someone who has his shit together. Too bad he is an enemy.
Earlier that morning, Ramona had sat in her office alone and viewed the two recordings of Gabriel, the first of him stealing their data and the second of him meeting Cassida. She remembered the exact moment her brain processed what she was seeing. She felt a blinding pain, and then she went numb.
There was no time to feel or to come to terms with anything. She had to save the family. The emergency was so dire it pushed all her emotions out, leaving room for nothing else.
She had to hunt Gabriel down. She had two brothers, her parents, two aunts, an uncle, and a handful of cousins, and yet she had no one to turn to. Karion might have joined her, but she needed him to hold on to the family while she was gone. Santiago, her younger brother, was barely twenty and lacked patience. He would fly off the handle, and that was the last thing she needed now. None of the other relatives were secare, except for her retired parents, and she would rather die than get them involved.
She was on her own. At the time she had simply accepted it, but now, as she listened to Matias, she felt a crushing realization—she was alone. Utterly, completely alone. She would never let it stagger her, but it hurt.
The CSO and VP departed, Solei giving her a cold, flat stare before he left the room. Matias tapped the corner of the desk, and the ethereal light screen materialized on the wall. An older woman appeared, sitting on a garden bench against the backdrop of heavy dahlia blooms, her skin a deep brown tinted with red, her silver hair braided into a thick plait wrapped in an elaborate gold mesh.
“Aunt Nadira,” Matias said.
After Matias’s father died, his mother sank into her grief, abandoning her post as the leader of the family. Nadira jumped into that pilot seat before the Baenas had a chance to drift off course and steered the family for another eight years, until Matias was ready to take over.
She looked so harmless now, just an older woman in a beautiful emerald sari, surrounded by dahlias blooming in every color. And if an intruder broke into that garden, they would die before they ever sensed her presence.
Nadira smiled. “And how is my favorite nephew?”
Matias leaned forward. “Incredibly concerned and saddened by your recent illness.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Am I sick enough to require your immediate presence?”
“You are.”
“And am I refusing all visitors except my precious nephew because he is the only one I will allow to view me in my sorry state?”
Matias nodded. “Exactly.”
“The shit has hit the fan, I take it?”
He moved his fingers right to left. The sensor in the vid screen obeyed, tilting it toward her. Ramona met the older woman’s gaze.
“Oh,” Nadira Baena said. “That bad?”
He tilted the screen back and nodded.
“How long?”
“As long as it takes.”
“Very well. I’ll have Sylus inform the family.” Nadira leaned toward the screen and fixed her nephew with a sharp stare. “Watch yourself. Come back alive.”
“Always.” He kissed his fingers and offered them to her.
The display vanished.
“I can’t simply disappear,” Matias said.
It was an issue she was intimately familiar with. “The problem with spearheading a family business is that most of the corporate officers are also your relatives, who view you as the ultimate arbiter of their disputes.”
“Yes. And in my case, they make no distinction between an argument over the precise calibration of the Kelly-particle agitator or the choice of a faucet for a new heated bubble tub.”
“Same.”
They shared a look. They were still enemies, but even enemies were allowed latitude when it came to complaining about family.
He rose. “The aerial is ready. Do you need us to stop anywhere?”
She had taken care of her affairs this morning. If her plan to convince him to cooperate had failed, she would have gone at it alone. “Everything I need is in my vehicle. I’ll give your people the code. They can bring it up.”
“Perfect.” He approached the door and waited as it slid open. She walked through the doorway, presenting him with an unobstructed shot at her back. If he struck, it would be now.
Matias turned left. “This way.”
They headed down the hallway to the same private elevator she had taken this morning, except this time there wouldn’t be six armed guards in it. Just her and Matias Baena.
She had lost her damn mind, but she’d made the right decision. She came to this man she had meticulously avoided all her life, a man who had no reason to trust her, and told him that his wife had betrayed him with her husband. There were a hundred ways he could have reacted. He could have lashed out at her; he could have refused to believe her; he could have shut down, gone into shock, or simply had her thrown out. Instead, they were riding an elevator, determined to fix this disaster before it became a catastrophe.
She was no longer dealing with it alone. She didn’t trust him, but she trusted the rage she’d seen in his eyes when his wife kissed her husband. For the first time since she saw that cursed recording, Ramona had room to take a deep breath. She did, and when she exhaled, she felt angry. Unbelievably, overpoweringly angry.
Gabriel. How dare he? How fucking dare he? She gave him everything. She turned a blind eye to his womanizing, to his endless vacations, to his consistent failure to carry out the simplest tasks. She freed him of all responsibilities. Literally, the only thing she asked for was loyalty. Not to her as a spouse—that was beyond him—but to the family that enabled his carefree existence.
She’d worked so hard on this project. She gave it her all, her every waking hour, her sleep, and her peace of mind. She lived and breathed it for the last three years. Her life had become a grind, a constant search for just a little bit more money, enough to keep the project going while overcoming never-ending technological setbacks. The relentless pressure of knowing that if she failed, or just wasn’t fast enough to outrun the other two competitors, the family faced financial ruin was her constant companion. It kept her up at night and woke her up in the morning.
The two of them, Cassida and Gabriel, thought they could simply take everything she’d worked for. They thought she would roll over.
Ramona laughed. It sounded like a promise of murder.
“We’ll catch them,” Matias said, his voice cold like the space between the stars. “I give you my word.”
Kylie in Australia says
hello,
have the other Kinsmen books been released in paperback?
I couldn’t see them on amazon.
Moderator R says
Hey Kyle,
No, the other Kinsmen books exist only in ebook, audio and Collector Edition hardback format 🙂
Kylie in Australia says
And Amazon Australia doesn’t have the preorder link 🙁
Moderator R says
Hey Kyle,
The link for Australia is right here https://www.amazon.com.au/Fated-Blades-Ilona-Andrews-ebook/dp/B09G9VJTKT/ref=mp_s_a_1_1?crid=M9NJO704BVIY&dchild=1&keywords=ilona+andrews+fated+blades&qid=1631872523&sprefix=ilona+andrews&sr=8-1 and I am having no trouble finding it with a search, could you please post of a screenshot of results not showing it? Thank you.
Susan says
Sometimes when I type a search on Amazon, the book I am looking for is not the first listed and I have to scroll down to find the book… some may even be from a different author.
Kylie in Australia says
For paperback
Kylie in Australia says
Sorry, I meant for the paperback version.
I wanted to preorder Fated blades but couldn’t find the preorder for paperback on AU.
If I was having to pay for shipping from America I was going to add the other kinsmen books in paperback to the order but couldn’t find paper versions.
Cheaper shipping and then I have all 3 🙂 for my bookshelf.
Moderator R says
Yes, I noticed afterwards that the paperback appears out of stock, we are looking into it :). Thank you for bringing it to our attention.
Raye says
I love the snippet!!! So thrilled for this book!!!
Mar says
Can we get an audio sample of Steve West reading Fated Blades, please?
Wow. Can’t wait to read this book and getting back into Kinsman universe.
Christin says
And bought ????
Demi says
Of course i preordered.
I got up, started the computer, got my coffee,
went to twitter, went here. PREORDERED. Read
the expert (YESS I WANT IT! You have no idea how
HUNGRY i am for your books – Obsessed)
So happy. such a happy suprise first thing
in the morning 🙂
Thank youu
Bart says
Wow, no drop off in sales yet:
Best Sellers Rank: #6 in Kindle Store (See Top 100 in Kindle Store)
#1 in Space Exploration Science Fiction eBooks
#1 in Paranormal Romance (Kindle Store)
#1 in Science Fiction Romance (Kindle Store)
Julene says
Well Amazon, it’s a bit annoying that the paperback preorder is not available to me here in Canada, and if I order it from the US site, I will have to pay almost $10 in shipping. 🙁
SIGH, well I guess I will just have to wait. It’s got to become available at some point, right??
Ms Blaise says
Wow! Love it already.
イワサキユリコ says
I’m so excited♪ and just can’t hide it..
Pre-ordered and READY!
Ms. Kim says
I was impressed how easy it was for me to pre-order. The Amazon link took me right to my kindle Amazon account with the e-book all ready to click pre-order.
I’ve given up most of my tech (I’m all about TV rabbit ears, flip phone and radio), but my tablet worked fine with this. I was glad this was so easy to do.
Ms. Kim says
Loved the snippet. I’m much more into the characters now.
Christina says
Wow! I am so excited to read this! Thank you for the snippet.
Felicia says
Ehhhh. I’ve got so much work to do today but I will save the snippet as a treat for tonight as a reward.
=D
Debra Mowatt says
I pre-ordered immediately. I didn’t even care that it was going to be part of Kindle Unlimited. I eagerly await this book.
Katie says
Oooooo!!!! I can’t wait!!!! Thanks guys!
Jerrica says
Wow! Awesomeness! IMO: Steve West is a great narrator. Can’t wait to hear it!
Looking forward to reading this as both e-book and in print.
Bookworm says
I am so excited to A) to have another book of yours to cherish and B) that Steve West is the narrator. He’s amazing.
Kadhrin says
I am so glad there will be a Kindle Unlimited option. 🙂 Hopefully some KU readers will pick up a title or three after they finish reading it.
Kelly says
YAS
Diana N Rivis says
Wow! Awesome 1st chapter. Thank you for the peek!
A. Russo says
I use the B&N nook as my only e-reader and do not have an Amazon account. I have also (purchased and) read everything else you’ve written. I am very sorry to hear that this will only be published by/available through Amazon, though I’m glad you’ve enjoyed your experience with them so far.
Tasha A says
Holy COW this amazing! Thank you so much for the sneak peak!
Dee says
Oh my.
I can’t wait.
Judy says
Since Audible is an Amazon subsidiary will the audio version be available on that site?
Moderator R says
Hey Judy,
Yes, the audiobook will be available on Audible 🙂
CharisN says
Wow!!! Gimme gimme gimme!
Thank you for something to look forward!!!
Kcoldwell says
Apple Books?
Moderator R says
Hey Kcoldwell,
Fated Blades will only be available through Amazon and Audible, or libraries :).
Theo says
I am disappointed I cannot buy it in my kobo store 🙁 I do not own a kindle unfortunately nor do I like reading books on my phone/iPad
I understand the economics, hope it sell well
Moderator R says
Hey Theo,
The book will also be available in audio book form and paperback, or hopefully for loan in your libraries. Thank you for your understanding 🙂
Kristina says
anyone else come back to this post just to look at the picture again?
Kathryn says
I didn’t even need an excerpt to pre-order. You are one of the few authors that I read over and over and over again. Always interesting and entertaining. Thank you for another Kinsman book. Now to re-read the others. ????
Ove T says
Not fair just putting this up there and then stopping…so I had to pre-order, and now I wait.
But seriously, excellent start and I expect the rest to be just as good ! Looking forward to reading the complete story !
cushngtree says
For Mod review—I’m putting it in an old (relevant) post b/c it’s not necessarily for everyone, but is for IA—if you ever wonder do your words connect with people, I’m here to tell you yes, they do.
I am an ER nurse. I retired 3/2020, when the light at the end of the tunnel was NOT an oncoming train. (I’m crying as I write this.)
“The difference between her images and reality was shocking. Like seeing a recording of a brontotiger taken with care under perfect lighting versus turning around in the middle of a hike and finding a pair of golden eyes staring at you from the brush.” From Fated Blades, Ilona Andrews
Makes me think of the difference between a video clip of a Covid ICU and the reality when you’re standing at the door and it’s your loved one with all that beeping, and 5 masked and garbed staff members working on keeping her alive. Or you’re one of those 5 staff members, doing this day in and day out for 18 months…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sJcE6DGkAvg Jeannie C
Moderator R says
Thank you so much Jeannie, for all the work you’ve done, all the lives you saved and all the ones you saw pass. I hope you have a wonderful retirement and all of us get to see the beautiful light of all of this being over soon <3
cushngtree says
Amen and Hoorah!