Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
“What do you want from me, Liam?”
He held out his arms. “I want to know why you sent her away. Why her lifeblood sits there wasting. Why you are more distressed than I can remember seeing you in aeons.”
“Oh, for the love… Fine. Her eyes were mismatched…one green, one blue. I covered them, because they were too damned fascinating. And then the hypnotism didn’t work. And she felt the cut of my blade, endured it without complaint. And I…I didn’t even fucking notice her pain. Then, as if she hadn’t proven herself worthy, she implored me to partake of her blood anyway, despite the way I’d failed her. I kissed her, Liam. And I drank from her. And then…”
It had felt so damn right.
But now she was gone. Her absence weighed on his shoulders, depressing him, squeezing his chest. Oh, the way he’d dismissed her… He groaned and scrubbed at his face with rough palms.
Liam gaped at Kael’s rush of words. “You drank from her?”
“Did I not just say that?”
“Kael, did you claim her? Is she—?”
His heart clenched. “Of course I didn’t. I cannot.” He met Liam’s questioning gaze. Held it for a long moment. Tried like hell to resist the dark realizations fighting to rise up from his psyche, demanding to be embraced, believed, voice.
Kael swallowed roughly as a war waged inside him—between duty and desire, rightness and need, decision and destiny. He shook his head against the growing urge inside him to hope, to try, to be brave enough to take a chance.
“Liam,” he finally whispered, “I did not have to claim her. Somehow, I could…I could tell…” He shook his head again.
Liam sucked in a breath and his eyes went wide.
Though the righteousness of the admission nearly drove him to his knees, Kael still resisted the truth of it. He sighed, a sound full of defeat and resignation. “As I said, it does not matter. She’s gone. And it is better for her that she is.”
“Do not be a fool, brother.”
“Watch your tongue, Liam.”
The warrior ran his hand through his brown hair, then stalked close until he grasped Kael’s shoulder. “Don’t assume you know what’s best for her. Bring her back. Let her choose.” Kael dropped his gaze, unable to witness the hope on his brother’s face a moment longer. “You must, Kael, you cannot continue this way.”
Kael shoved the hand away and stepped back. “I do not see you seeking out a mate. Or most of the others.”
Liam scoffed. “I have not found her. But I look. As for the others, you are their role model. They follow your lead.”
Kael’s gaze cut to Liam’s. “What?”
Liam heaved a breath. “You heard me.”
Confusion morphed into outrage, and then into gut-deep guilt. Of course his warriors would follow his lead. Which meant that the decreasing population of their kind…was in part his own fault. Newlings couldn’t be born without his warriors finding mates.
“It is time,” Liam said. “Meara has been gone for three hundred years.”
Outrage erupted in Kael’s gut. No one said her name to him. No one.
But Liam pushed on. “She would want you to be happy. She would want you to have comfort. You know damn right well she would kick your ass if she knew how you denied yourself.”
Kael braced his hands on his hips and hung his head. Well, that was true. Meara had been a fierce woman, full of life and laughter and aggressively loyal. And she’d believed in love. Kael would go as far as to say she’d taught him what love meant, why it should be valued.
“Jesus, Kael, if you’ve possibly found your mate, how can you even think of letting her go?”
Kael inhaled a shuddering breath and rubbed his lips with his hand.
Fuck. I let her go. No. I sent her away.
And now she was out there, somewhere. Unprotected. Vulnerable.
The Soul Eaters had found his clan’s stronghold once. Though that particular band of evil had been eradicated, nothing said it couldn’t happen again. Meara hadn’t been his fault, he knew that in his heart of hearts. But if trouble befell Shayla after he’d thrown her out, that would lie at his feet.
And it would crush him. He would never, ever come back from it.
Icy cold panic sloshed in his gut, seized his spine. “Shit, Liam. I was horrible to her.”
Liam stabbed him in the chest with his pointer finger. “Then make it right.”
Kael nodded and massaged his forehead. Wanting her wasn’t the question. Impossibly, he did, in every way and soul deep. But could he allow himself to be so vulnerable again? His heart panged and his hand dropped to his chest, then applied counterpressure to ease the awful tightness there.
Who was he kidding? Her loss already pained him. Resolve filled his gut and straightened his spine. “Get her,” he whispered, his tone urgent and strained.