Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Before Raiden can stop me, I race in that direction. Thankfully, we haven’t seen anyone yet, much less been spotted. I pray it remains thus. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep me safe and protect the tree my father was willing to die for. Once he’s done that, he’ll force me out of his life again. Then he’ll leave me to give birth alone while he fights a battle I fear can’t be won.
After I cross the tiled floor, I reach the door and grip the knob.
Raiden closes the space between us in a blink and claps his hand over mine. “Let me.”
With a sharp turn of my head, I scan his expression. He’s hard to read, but I feel his disquiet. “Do you…sense someone on the other side?”
He frowns. “Can’t be too careful, especially when it comes to you two.”
Tears well when he caresses my distended belly with one hand and cradles my cheek in the other. Against my will, my heart melts. On some level, Raiden cares. I feel it. He doesn’t want to, just like I’m certain he doesn’t want me to know. But I see that same yearning that lured me back to his bed time and time again on his face now.
“Tabby…”
My breath stutters. Raiden Wolvesey does not soften. He does not plead. Yet he’s all but begging me now. His silent admission that I matter.
More reasons I can’t resist him.
I step aside. “Be careful. Please.”
Suddenly, his expressionless mask returns. “I’ve trained for this. I should have left you behind.”
“No. It’s my family we’re burying. My father who pushed me to safety and trusted me with his dying secret.”
He lunges into my personal space, eyes burning. “That’s my youngling you’re carrying—the only one I’ll ever have. And you shouldn’t be bloody following me into danger.”
Because Mathias or the Anarki could kill him tomorrow and leave me in mourning, leave our coming child without a father. And because I’m a target in my own right. But this is a risk I must take. Our youngling has no future if I cower and let evil win.
Even when Raiden behaves like a bastard, I can’t stop myself from caring. I’ve tried to hate him, but it’s useless.
He admitted once, when he was well into his cups, that he never knew genuine emotion growing up. Most Brits have a stiff upper lip, but Raiden’s heart always seemed frozen…until that first fantastical night we shared. Then I saw the real him. Or what I thought was the real him.
Now, in the cold light of day, months later, I don’t know. But…my stubborn heart wants to believe that the tender lover who once treasured me considers me the mate of his heart. Yes, my hope is ridiculous. Foolish. How many ways does he need to tell me that only the youngling matters to him?
And yet, there are times I’d swear—like when he cupped my face—that he only let me go for my safety. For our child’s.
Or maybe I’ve gone mad. I don’t know if he’s even capable of caring for one woman for the rest of his life. I’m not convinced he knows either.
Raiden shoves the door open to reveal a fairly standard, if outdated, office. A clunky desk with a fake wood-grain top and chrome legs. An old desk phone. Empty file folders. A picture frame. A plant, curiously alive.
“Does anything look familiar?” he asks me.
But I’m already rushing into the room and lifting the picture frame filled with an image of a happier time. The tears filling my eyes now run down my cheeks. “Dad and Mum. Javen and Russum. I can’t believe they’re truly gone.”
Feeling lost and alone, I meet his gaze across the room. Raiden scowls, looks at me as if he’s…annoyed. Angry. Something. I half expect him to yell or browbeat me. Not that he ever has, but the way he’s looking at me…
But instead of a tirade, he closes the distance between us, grabs me in his arms, and hauls me against his solid body.
Stupid or not, what’s left of my anger and resistance dissipates. All that’s left, all I want, is Raiden.
Like a life preserver saving me from drowning in a sea of grief and guilt, Raiden alone keeps me afloat.
I know he’ll leave me again soon. He always does. But I need him so very much right now.
Chapter
Six
I’ve tried to hold myself together since the attack, but now? All these feelings I’ve been ignoring are overwhelming me. I feel as if I’m falling to pieces. Every terrified part of me needs to feel safe right now. I crave comfort, sanctuary to grieve in peace. And even if Raiden broke my heart…he’s the only one left who can give me that.
Unfortunately, it will have to wait until we’ve figured out what my father was protecting.