That relieved some of his guilt, but his chest felt hollow at her lack of reaction. She’d witnessed those nymphs seducing him; if he’d ever seen a male’s hands on her na**d body, it would have annihilated him. “You suffer no jealousy?” She might as well have sunk a sword into him. “Maybe I should’ve indulged them!”
She went up on her toes and grabbed his face. “When I thought you were going to succumb, I cried.”
After all the times he would’ve expected her to cry in the last week? Even in the belly of the beast, she’d somehow stemmed her tears. “You cried over me?” he asked gruffly.
She nodded. “And not just because of the bet I’d made with Nereus.”
“What are you speaking of?”
“I bet Nereus that you couldn’t be seduced. If I won, we’d go free. If I lost, he’d bed me.”
Nereus would’ve taken my mate this very night! But Thronos had proved stronger than even the Nereids’ spells, and now he and Lanthe would be rewarded.
He seized her hands. “Then come with me to the Skye.”
She bit her bottom lip. “We could go to Rothkalina.”
“I need to return home to get something settled with Aristo. Changes must be made.”
“You still plan to rehab him?” She drew away.
He reluctantly released her. “I told you. I will make him see reason. You will help me. Once he understands what we have together, what we’ve overcome, he’ll have to conclude that his views are mistaken.”
“Why do you think I won’t use my power for ill while I’m up there?”
Earlier, he’d thought of the solution. “I have ways.”
“Tell me, Thronos.”
“I’m going to trust you not to. I’m going to take you fully empowered to my home, because I trust you.”
Clever, clever demon.
Of all the things he could’ve said . . .
“You are trusting me to deal with my brother,” he told her. “I’m trusting you to use your sorcery in a way we both can live with.”
“That’s your plan?”
He lifted his chin. “That’s my plan. I know you, Melanthe. You’re a good person.”
“Lower your voice!” Her eyes darted. “If that got out . . .”
“Come, take this step with me.”
“You think King Aristo will let me stay empowered in the Skye?”
He quirked his brow. “If anyone tries anything, then I’m sure you can persuade them not to.”
“You’re giving me leave to protect myself?”
“I know you won’t harm anyone unless you must do it in self-defense.”
Was this a good-with-the-bad situation? If a sorceress wanted a man who would stay faithful even when bespelled and accosted by nymphs, then she had to support that man even when he believed he could rehab his douchelord brother.
But Lanthe and Thronos had so many issues unsettled between them. She didn’t see how these things could be improved in the realm of the Vrekeners. To her, going there would be like going into the belly of the beast. Having actually been in the belly of the beast, she didn’t think this lightly.
He curled his finger under her chin. “In Pandemonia, you accused me of wanting something from you. I do. The opportunity to protect you and treasure you.” She parted her lips to argue, but he stopped her. “Not only because of my instinct.”