rebellions,” Aldrik paused, clearly struggling with his words as he became suddenly uncomfortable. “The axe, the one Sehra asked for . . .”
Vhalla dreaded what Aldrik was about to ask her next, so much so that her skin crawled.
“You have it, don’t you?”
“How do you know?” Vhalla breathed. She heard it in his tone, the way he asked, and the way he moved. The question was only a formality, as he already knew the truth.
Aldrik frowned and cursed slightly under his breath. “Does anyone else know?”
“Yes.” She braced herself for what she expected would devolve into a fiery confrontation.
“Who?”
“Daniel was there when I found it in the North,” she confessed.
“Daniel?” Aldrik said the name as though it was sour on his tongue. “My brother’s Easterner?”
She nodded.
“You and he . . .” Aldrik looked at her hopelessly.
Vhalla fought to suppress her instinctive response that Daniel and she were nothing more than friends. Maybe it was better if Aldrik believed her heart could belong to another.
“Never mind,” he muttered. “Does anyone else know?”
“Victor.” She was in too deep to hold anything back.
Aldrik pinched the bridge of his nose with a heavy sigh. “That’s it?”
“That’s it,” Vhalla affirmed with a nod.
“Baldair’s Easterner.” Vhalla noticed that Aldrik wouldn’t use his name. “Will he tell anyone?”
“He hasn’t told a soul so far; I don’t know why he would now.”
“Pleasure, pain, power—men have many motivators.” Aldrik ran a hand over his hair. “Daniel won’t,” she insisted.
“I leave him to you, then.” Aldrik glanced at her from the corners of his eyes. She let her expression betray nothing. “I’ll take care of Victor.”
“Do you trust him?” Vhalla asked quickly.
“Victor? I do,” Aldrik affirmed. “He was my mentor. We went through a lot together.”
Vhalla bit her lip and refrained from bringing up the crystals. Aldrik had been fairly level-headed throughout it all, surprisingly so. But she knew there were some things that would likely trigger his anger. And now that she knew more of his history, she could see why crystals may be one such thing.
“Aldrik.” She jarred him from his planning once more. “How did you know I had the axe?” Vhalla had a few theories, and the prince was quick to prove them all wrong.
“The Bond.”
“What?” The explanation made no sense.
“Think, Vhalla. What is the Bond?” He crossed to her once more, waiting for her to put it together, acting the teacher he had once been.
“It’s a Channel between us . . .” She shuddered in horror, looking up at the dark eyed prince. “An open Channel. Then you . . .” Vhalla couldn’t bring herself to say it. The guilt was suddenly too overwhelming.
“I know what the early stages of Crystal taint feels like,” he whispered solemnly.
Vhalla moved without thinking. She grabbed his hands in hers, clutching them tightly and assuaging the need to feel him, to hold onto and protect the man before her. “Are you all right?”
“I’m fine,” he smiled tiredly at her, squeezing her hands in reply. “I’m fine.”
She was suddenly too close again, so she quickly withdrew. The man was a dark star, brilliant and terrifying, and she was constantly being pulled into his gravity. “I should go.”
“Must you?” Aldrik couldn’t keep the frown from tugging down his lips.
“Yes,” she insisted.
“When will I see you again?”
“You know we can’t make a habit of this,” Vhalla cautioned.
Aldrik opened his mouth, and she felt his protest. But he quickly caught himself. “I can’t sleep, you know I can’t. Most nights I’m in the Tower library.”
“It was you?”
“Me, what?” Aldrik clearly didn’t understand.
“Never mind.” She didn’t want to explain how she’d seen his firelight on more than one occasion.
Silence settled upon them. It was the calm lurking at the edge of a raging storm that would be there for as long as they lived, threatening to swallow them whole. Vhalla moved to the door. It was time to leave. They’d run out of “business” and any continued interaction now would be a dangerous indulgence in pleasure.
“Vhalla,” Aldrik stopped her one last time. He crossed over to her, holding her in place with his stare. Vhalla swallowed a dry throat as Aldrik rummaged through his pocket. “You’re better than the cutthroats my brother tries to pass as soldiers. Don’t let them surprise you again.”
Vhalla laughed softly at the small vial in his palm. “Thank you.”
His hand closed around hers as she retrieved the vial. “No, thank you.” Aldrik opened and closed his mouth, searching for words. “For never giving up on me.”