The Beast (Black Dagger Brotherhood #14) - J. R. Ward Page 0,77

else he could do.

“Rhage.” As she cut into his rambling, his Mary’s voice was so sad that the sound of it was worse than that lead bullet through his heart. “Do you think you went out there alone because you wanted to die? And please, just be honest with me. This is too big … to just sweep under the rug.”

Feeling like utter shit, he put his hands up to his face and talked into his palms. “I just needed … to be close to you again. Like it always was. Like it should be. Like it has to be for me. I thought … maybe if I were on the other side, and you came to me, we could…”

“Do what we’re doing right now?”

“Except then it wouldn’t matter.”

“About having a child?”

“Yes.”

As they both went quiet, he cursed. “I feel like I’m betraying you in a different way now.”

When she inhaled deeply, it was clear she knew exactly what he was referencing—that moment when he had come back to her after that other female. But she recovered quickly. “Because I can’t give you what you want and yet you want it anyway.”

“Yes.”

“Do you … do want to be with another wo—”

“God, no!” Rhage dropped his palms and shook his head so hard the thing nearly snapped off his spine. “Fuck, no! Never. Ever. I would rather be with you and never have young than—I mean, Jesus, it’s not even close.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“Absolutely. Straight up, I am one hundred percent certain.”

She nodded, but she wasn’t looking at him. She was back to focusing on her feet as she flexed her toes, then separated them out wide, then curled them under and moved them upward.

“It’s okay if you do,” she said quietly. “I mean, I would understand if you want to be with … you know, a real woman.”

TWENTY-FOUR

Mary considered herself a total feminist. Yes, it was true that most men could deadlift more than most women—and that was a reality among both humans and vampires—but other than that largely insignificant physical disparity, there was absolutely nothing, in her view, that males could do better than females could.

So it was a bit of an eye-opener to find herself feeling like a total failure when, in fact, she was merely in the position all men were in.

Entities who were born with masculine sex organs could not bear children, and neither could she. See? Total equality there.

God, this hurt.

And it was painful in the strangest kind of way. The sensation was cold; it was a cold emptiness right in the center of her chest. Or maybe it was down lower, even though the metaphor of having a nothing-ness where her uterus was seemed just a little too Lifetime movie.

But that was what it felt like. A hollow space. A cavern.

“I’m sorry,” she heard herself mumble. Even though that made no sense.

“Please,” he begged. “Don’t ever say that—”

Oh, hey, look, he’d come over and was kneeling in front of her, his hands on her knees, his teal eyes staring up at her as if he were about to expire from the thought of having hurt her.

She placed her palm on his cheek, and felt the warmth of his face. “Fine, I won’t apologize for that,” she said. “But I am sorry for the both of us. You don’t want to feel like this and neither do I, yet this is where we’re at—”

“No, it’s not where we’re at, because I reject all of it. I’m not going to allow this to affect me or you—”

“Have I mentioned lately how much I hate cancer?” She dropped her arm, aware that she was talking over him, but unable to stop herself. “I really, really, really fucking hate that disease. I’m so glad vampires don’t get it, because if you ever ended up with some version of it, I would seriously hate the universe for the rest of my immortal existence—”

“Mary, did you hear what I said?” He took her hand and put it back to his face. “I’m not going to ever think of this again. I’m not letting this come between us. It’s not going to be—”

“Emotions don’t work like that, Rhage. I’m a therapist, I should know.” She tried to smile, but was pretty sure a grimace came out instead. “We don’t get to pick how we feel—especially not about something as fundamental as having children. I mean, other than death and who you want to spend your life with, the whole kid