The proposition was so ridiculous it almost didn't process. Natalie stared at Elida, the words failing to make sense.

  "What," Natalie said. "Is that some kind of joke?"

  "Oh, don't think so lowly of yourself," Elida said. "It's not that far-fetched I'd want to take a uping talent. Even someone like …" Her eyes flicked up and down Natalie. "Well, you."

  Natalie ughed. There was a certain art form in how fluidly Elida could find the bitchiest possible thing to say—and how to say it. She sidered how to respond, then ughed a sed time.

  What was there to say? The answer was so obviously 'no' that it was ical to eveertain the idea.

  To Natalie's delight, her amused incredulity turned out to be the best response she could give. A flicker of genuine annoyance crossed Elida's face.

  "You would be wise not to dismiss the idea ht," Elida said, keeping a level tone. "Previous hostilities notwithstanding. Surely you see the merit of the offer."

  So the proposal was genuine? But why? And Elida was even trying to vince her—if not in the most friendly of ways. Surely Elida wasn't that impressed at her ret performances, or their team's progress through the dungeon. They were doing well, but not that well. Not outwardly, at least.

  Was something moing on?

  "Don't you already have a tank?" Natalie asked. She wasertaining the idea of joining, but she wao pry for more information.

  "For now." Elida tilted her head. "What does that have to do with anything?"

  So, she'd be willing to drop Otto, just like that. Natalie wondered if he evehis versation was taking pce. She assumed not. Elida didn't seem the type to care remotely about something like camaraderie—and stig together for the sake of loyalty. She really iece of work.

  "Why would I even want to join you?" Natalie asked. Heeding Jordan's advice to at least some degree, she cut off the closing remark of, 'You iving bitch?'

  Elida rolled her eyes. "Why would you want to join the clearly best-perf party of our year? Hm, I wonder. I assume to have even gotten to Te, sidering your ck of pedigree—"

  "Pedigree?"

  "—that you have a few ambitious bones in your body. With that in mind, you would go much further with us than that ragtag group."

  Ragtag? Natalie bit her tongue. She had already gooo far with her insults; she couldn't keep slinging them. This arda-Halt, and the not-subtle threat from earlier reminded Natalie of the fact.

  "Yeah, no thanks," Natalie said. "Not happening. Doesn't matter what you have to offer."

  "Don't be irrational. Again, I uand your misgivings, but—"

  "Not ied."

  Elida's lips pursed. She studied Natalie for a long moment. When she finally responded, her voice was carefully ral. Politely inquisitive. "When you got your css, Natalie, did something strange happen with the Bestower?"

  It felt like a bucket of ice water had been abruptly dumped onto her. Natalie's amusement—and annoyance—over this whole enter disappeared all at once.

  "What?" she replied dumbly, feeling cold.

  "Ah," Elida said. "You really do o learn to trol that." She tapped her own cheek, indig Natalie's expression. She shook her head disapprovingly. "You give away far too much, far too easily. In a pce like this, information is power. You 't just wear everything on your face. It's …" Her lip pulled ba a sneer. "Amateurish." She delivered the word like it was the highest insult she could offer.

  "What are you talking about?" Natalie demanded. "The Bestower? What do you mean?" She took a step forward, not intending to invade Elida's space, but the a being instinctive. Elida raised her eyebrows, but didn't flinch or retreat. She looked up at Natalie with calm green eyes, barely a few inches of space between them.

  "Oh, just w," Elida said. "Pieg together some theories of mine. Your team has been perf well. Too well. And you especially. Some would say suspiciously so."

  "And what does that have to do with the Bestower?"

  Elida tilted her head. "Nothing in particur. A stab in the dark, I suppose." Her expression revealed nothing, despite how btantly the question hi her knowing … something. Whifuriated Natalie. Her hands ched and unched at her side. "But as to my point," Elida said. "I'm not sure you want to dismiss me so easily. Clearly this offer es for a reason. I'm an intelligent woman, whatever unfttering things you think of me."

  Natalie stood there, thoughts rag. And fuming.

  "I'm not leaving my team," she finally said, tersely. "And I'm definitely not joining yours."

  "You fihat unappealing?" For a moment, Elida calmly analyzed Natalie. The two of them were close enough that they were nearly toug. Suddenly, Elida's lips quirked up. "Is there, perhaps, any way I could get bato yood graces? I think … certain apologies of mine could be quite ving."

  Elida's hands settled on Natalie's waist, and she finished closing what little space betweeill existed. Her breasts pressed into Natalie's. Natalie froze—mostly from surprise, but, to her shame, not just that.

  "I uand you're ameo such activities," Elida murmured. "I've heard some very … impressive stories from our cssmates." She leaned forward, bringing her lips to Natalie's ear. "They say the on a Parda-Halt is most skilled with is her tongue, you know. Would you like to put that theory to the test?"

  Natalie's thoughts raced. She khis was another calcuted move. Elida, putting her off-foot for the eighth time in a row, and this time by using her body rather than words. But just because Natalie knew her oppo's game didn't mean she wasn't weak to it. Her head was already spinning from Elida's earlier implications—that she knew something about Natalie's css, and perhaps not just that, but how she'd gotten it, too. The situation with the Bestower. So having Elida, whom Natalie had already relutly aowledged as being aremely beautiful woman, suddenly pressing into her while making suggestive propositions was more than a little promising.

  But being so easily pyed with again made a sudde surge through Natalie. She growled, grabbed Elida by the waist, and shoved her into the wall—not so gently. Elida, at least, finally gave a rea that didn't seem perfectly in trol: Natalie towered over her, the redhead's eyes going wide in surprise.

  Except, even if anger had forced her to act, she was still floundering. How had Elida known about the Bestower? Did she know anything, really? And to what extent, if so?

  Plus, standing there, the realization of what she'd do Natalie. She had just grabbed and shoved into a wall, roughly and with io intimidate, a woman from one of the most important—and dangerous—families in the world.

  Insulting Elida was one level of stupidity, but this was another entirely.

  Elida's expression suggested she agreed. The surprise passed quickly, morphing into a cold heat that radiated from her. She surveyed Natalie, unbothered by her proximity, aainly not intimidated.

  "I will five," she said slowly, "a breach of de from a woman who clearly doesn't uand what it is. But my toleranly extends set off of me, Natalie."

  For a sed, Natalie sidered ign her. Her thoughts tio spiral.

  "Why did y up the Bestower?" she asked.

  "This isn't how these games are pyed, Natalie."

  Fuming, Natalie debated what to do. Several long seds stretched, but relutly, she stepped back. She knew she'd crossed a line. She couldn't go shoving people into walls and trying to intimidate them. Much less a Parda-Halt.

  Elida smoothed her uniform off, seeming, once again, uurbed.

  "You're potentially about to be a very important person, Natalie," Elida said. "Any delver of signifit adva is, and I sehere's something special about you. Hence my offer." She leveled a signifit look. "And my questions."

  Again, teasing Natalie that she knew something. But how could she possibly know about the Bestower? Had she guessed, somehow, the in of Natalie's css? Had she learned something about the waking Passions? Natalie's circumstances in a generalized sense? Maybe Natalie's situation wasn't as unique as she had assumed, and families like the Parda-Halts had information on it? If anyone would, it would be one of the five major families. Then again, Liz, a Beaumon, hadn't.

  "You 't just force what you want out of people," Elida tinued, her tone calm, even politely instructive, like she was friendly wisdom to Natalie. "You o learn a subtler touch. Brutes be effit at times, certainly, but skilled, delicate touches, just as often. If not more." Her lips quirked. "I'm sure you agree." She ran her eyes up and down Natalie, making the innuendo clear. Natalie's shove really hadn't done much to disorient her. "You would have a lot to learn from me, if I were your ally. So, really. sider the offer. It stands. Give it the thought it deserves. It will be, I suspect, one of the more important decisions in your life."

  She turned and made to leave, but abruptly paused.

  "Oh, and I mean both parts of the offer," she crified, smirking over her shoulder. "I am willing to make amends, if that would help smooth things over. Those stories I've heard from our cssmates … they really do sound impressive. I don't want us to be enemies." She waved as she left. "I don't want you to be te on my behalf. So, hurry along. I'll be in touch."