The Beast (Black Dagger Brotherhood #14) - J. R. Ward Page 0,40

my desk that things weren’t going well with Annalye and I took Bitty out to Havers’s. I really thought … well, when my mom passed, I was with her, and that was important to me—especially later, you know? I mean, when I think of her, and I miss her … there’s a certain solace that comes with knowing that she wasn’t alone when she died. That … that she had been with me at the start of my life, and I had been with her at the end of hers.” Mary took a shuddering breath. “I mean, Bitty’s young … there are so many years ahead for her to grapple with it all, you know? And what’s been important to me as an adult, kind of seemed like something that would be important to her later. Anyway … I didn’t mean for it to happen.”

“What did?”

Mary covered her face with her palms as the memory sliced through her consciousness like a knife. “When Bitty … oh, God, when Bitty took her mom’s hand, the female died right then and there. Bitty thought she was responsible. It was … awful. Not at all what I wanted for either one of them.”

I killed her! I killed her!

“Maybe her mahmen was waiting for her.”

Mary wiped her eyes and dropped her arms in defeat. “That’s what I tell myself. Not that it really helps—”

“Mary, when I was shot on that field and dying, I was waiting for you to come to me. It was the only thing I held on to. When you love someone and you’re leaving, you wait for your person to come—and it takes a lot of energy, a lot of focus. I’m telling you, Mary, I was waiting for you because I wanted to make my peace with you, but I couldn’t hold on for much longer—and although we lucked out and you saved my life, the reality was that I prolonged my suffering just to have that moment with you.”

“Oh, God, seriously … seeing you suffering like that—it was one of the worst moments of my life—”

As if he were determined to keep her on track, Rhage talked over her. “You need to tell Bitty that, okay? Tell her that her mother died at that moment because Bitty’s voice was what she needed to hear before she went to the Fade. She needed to know that her daughter was all right before she left—and I guarantee you, Mary, if you said one word in that room, Annalye knew that you were there with her young, too. And that meant Bitty was going to be safe. Annalye left because she knew it was okay to go.”

“I never thought of it that way,” Mary murmured. “You have such a good way of putting it. I wish you could say that to her.”

“Maybe I can someday. Hell, name the date and time and I’m there.”

As Rhage stared across at her, he seemed focused on her even though he couldn’t see—and actually, Mary was very sure, in this moment, that nothing else in the world existed for him but her and her problems. Add onto that his ridiculous masculine beauty and that sex drive and the big heart?

“How on earth did I ever get to end up with you?” she whispered. “I won the lottery.”

Her hellren reached for her and brought her in close again, tucking her under his chin. “Oh, no, Mary. It’s the other way around. Trust me.”

As Rhage felt the tension in his shellan’s body ease, he rubbed her back in slow circles … and felt like throwing up.

Not because of the whole beast thing.

“So I know we’re still twelve hours away from nightfall,” she said, “but I’d like to go into work this evening? Just a little while though, and only if you’re—”

“Oh, God, yeah. Bitty needs you.” Wonder if there were any Alka Seltzers left? “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

Nope. Not at all. “Hell, yeah—I’ve done this recovery thing how many times? I’m just going to hang down here and sleep it off.” Because if he wasn’t conscious, he wasn’t going to feel like this, right? “And actually, on second thought, you don’t need me to tell Bitty anything. You have even better ways of putting things.”

“I used to believe that.”

“No.” He looked down at where the sound of her voice was coming from and took one of her hands in his with urgency. “Mary, you can’t second-guess yourself. Listen, you go to war in your own way, and