Bride of the Sea (The Prophecy of Sisters #2) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,86
it was only for a short time that I thought she was lost to me.
“I can’t believe I’m pregnant,” she says, her tone full of disbelief.
I hum, my fingers gliding up and down her spine. “You are. My heir grows within you and according to Quest, this means that the prophecy has been put into motion.”
Her lips graze my chest, where my talisman is permanently etched into my skin, then she lifts her head to look into my eyes. “He told me too. Explained more of the prophecy. He said that my sisters and I will be the most powerful people on this entire earth, I’m scared, Aaric.”
Shaking my head once, I don’t look away from her. “Do not be scared, sváss, I will not allow any harm to come to you, not ever.”
“I’m glad that it’s you that found me when I came here. This world would be so much scarier if I didn’t have you next to me the entire time.”
Deciding that this conversation needs to be over. There are things that I cannot think or speak of. One of them is her not being with me, the other is me not being with her. I lift my head and touch my mouth to hers in a hard kiss.
Chapter Thirty
AARIC
Runa and Seeress arrive after Liv has already fallen asleep. I hear Quest’s entrance and the gasps of my men who are still setting up camp, starting fires to eat, and gathering whatever they can for our battle that will shortly ensue.
A battle where we cannot win with just our brute strength. We will perish if we do not do this the right way. I have already made peace with Fiske being gone. I have been mourning him since I discovered the demon deep inside of his soul.
“She is well?” Gunnar asks, his lips twitching.
He heard us. My lips curve up into a grin. “She is, you know this,” I chuckle. “Quest senses that she is with child,” I murmur just loud enough for him to hear.
“Aaric,” Gunnar exhales. “This is a good thing. You were concerned for her age,” he says, reminding me of the way I behaved when I found out that my bride was not young.
Nodding my head once, I lift my eyes to Quest who is just a few feet away, Runa and Seeress sliding down from his back. I watch as they dust off their dresses and start to make their way toward us.
“Now, I am concerned over other things, Gunn.”
“Fiske,” he rumbles.
“Já.”
“We will prevail,” he states firmly.
Jerking my chin up, I shift my gaze to him. “If we do not, if I do not. Take her away, send her away. Just keep them safe, I do not care how that happens or what it takes, just do it,” I demand.
Gunnar dips his chin, his gaze lifting to find mine. “Me, Hagen, Kjeld, and Sten will endeavor to always keep Liv safe, Aaric. Always.”
I clear my throat as the women approach. I don’t thank him, but I hope that I have conveyed my thanks with my eyes. Shifting my gaze to the women, I give them a small smile. Runa looks around worriedly, her eyes wide.
Seeress is glaring at me.
Clearing my throat, I take a step for her. “Would you like to talk?” I ask.
She crosses her arms beneath her chest, tilting her head to the side. “You have given me to him?” she grinds out.
“I have,” I say.
“Why?” she demands.
I could lie to her. I could tell her a million different reasons. I could tell her that it matters not, that I am the konungr and what I say is what happens. I would never do any of those things, not to the seeress that I hold so dear not only to my people, but to myself as well.
“If I kill Fiske, the demon takes over my body. Liv is with child, what happens to her, to the prophecy if I am taken that way? It was the only thing he requested. You to keep. I do not pretend to know what you have with one another. However, I had to think of my people, my child. I did not make the decision lightly.”
Her brows snap together as her eyes find mine. “I want to hate you, but I cannot. Liv and the prophecy are important to our entire world. I will go with him, but know that I do this as my duty to my konungr and nothing more.”