Giving up praxis

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Ruth didn't look back.

This was rare for her, but tonight, for the first time in months, she didn't want to. All she was aware of was a weight lifting off her shoulders. She knew she wasn't a good Invictus. She knew that she'd be seen as having failed, and never mind that she liked the deal she had made with Alexander Vitelion.

Ruth's lips curved up into a smile.

No, she really did like the deal she'd made with Alexander Vitelion. She was a mercantile creature at heart, and she knew a decent trade when she made it. Whether anyone else would see it?

Ruth shrugged.

Probably not. But that didn't matter anymore. She was free. She was free to go home to her island, to her people, to the place she really belonged. She could make things again, and there were already a dozen perfumes she had dancing through her head.

More than that, there was one other thing she had to do.

She paused at the car, and asked for pen and paper. Avi, the large ex-Mossad agent who drove her around, handed her something elaborate with the Vitelion crest on it. Ruth bent her head low over the paper, the raised crest scratching against her nose as she carefully began to write.

Don't ever tell me I don't do things for the sake of us

She sat up and smiled her most brilliant smile at Avi.

"Send this to Mr Medlock. You know the address,"

Maybe it would make no difference, but she would send that letter anyway. She slid into the car and curled up in the back seat contentedly.

"I think," she said, "you should call ahead and ready the cessna. We're going home,"