Shadow of the Hegemon, the - Book 2 (Ender)

had nightmares about it. Achilles kissing her, and then in the middle of the kiss, strangling her. Not that Bean actually saw that part. Maybe it didn't happen that way at all.
    But no matter how you cut it, Achilles was a dangerous boy to kiss. And there, was that gun in her belly. Maybe this was the moment he longed for. Maybe his dreams were about this-kissing a girl, and blowing a hole in her body while he did.
    Well, blow away, she thought. Before I watch you kill Virlomi for the crime of having compassion for me and courage enough to act, I'd rather be dead myself. I'd rather kiss you than watch you kill her, and there's nothing in the world that could disgust me more than having to pretend that you're the ... thing ... I love.
    The kiss ended. But she did not let go of him. She would not step back, she would not break this embrace. He had to believe that she wanted him. That she was in his emossin' tent.
    He was breathing lightly, quickly. His heartbeat was rapid. Prelude to a kill? Or just the aftermath of a kiss.
    "I said I'd kill anyone who tried to answer Graff," he said. "I have to."
    "She didn't answer Graff, did she?" said Petra. "I know you have to keep control of things, but you don't have to be a strutting yelda about it. She doesn't know you know what she did."
    "She'll think she got away with it."
    "But I'll know," said Petra, "that you weren't afraid to give me what I want."
    "What, you think you've found some way to make me do what you want?" he said.
    Now she could back away from him. "I thought I'd found a man who didn't have to prove he was big by pushing people around. I guess I was wrong. Do what you want. Men like you disgust me." She put as much contempt into her voice, onto her face, as she could. "Here, prove you're a man. Shoot me. Shoot everybody. I've known real men. I thought you were one of them."
    He lowered the gun. She did not show her relief. Just kept her eyes looking into his.
    "Don't ever think you've got me figured out," he said.
    "I don't care whether I figure you out or not," she said. "All I care about is, you're the first man since Ender and Bean who had guts enough to let me stand over him."
    "Is that what you're going to say?" he asked.
    "Say? Who to? I don't have any friends out there. The only person worth talking to in this whole place is you."
    He stood there, breathing heavily again, a bit of the craziness back in his eyes.
    What am I saying wrong?
    "You're going to bring this off," she said. "I don't know how you're going to do it, but I can taste it. You're going to run the whole show. They're all going to be under you, Achilles. Governments, universities, corporations, all eager to please you. But when we're alone, where nobody else can see, we'll both know that you're strong enough to keep a strong woman with you."
    "You?" said Achilles. "A woman?"
    "If I'm not a woman, what were you doing with me in here?"
    "Take off your clothes," he said.
    The craziness was still there. He was testing her somehow. Waiting for her to show ...
    To show that she was faking. That she was really afraid of him, after all. That her story was all a lie, designed to trick him.
    "No," she said. "You take off yours."
    And the craziness faded.
    He smiled.
    He tucked the gun into the back of his pants.
    "Get out of here," he said. "I've got a war to run."
    "It's night," she said. "Nobody's moving."
    "There's a lot more to this war than the armies," said Achilles.
    "When do I get to stay in your tent?" she asked. "What do I have to do?" She could hardly believe she was saying this, when all she wanted was to get out.
    "You have to be the thing I need," he said. "And right now, you're not." .
    He walked to his desk, sat down.
    "And pick up your chair on the way out."
    He started typing. Orders? For what? To kill whom?
    She didn't ask. She picked up the chair. She walked out.
    And kept walking, through the corridors to the room where she slept alone. Knowing, with every step, that she was monitored. There would be vids. He would check them, to see how she acted. To see if she meant what she'd said. So she couldn't stop and press her face against the wall and cry. She had to be ... what? How would this play in a movie or a vid if she were a woman who was frustrated because she wanted to be with her man?
    I don't know! she screamed inside. I'm not an actress!
    And then, a much quieter voice in her head answered. Yes you are. And a pretty good one. Because for another few minutes, maybe