Tohr dropped to the floor on one knee. Bowed his head.
“Thank God,” he said hoarsely. “Our race is whole again. You're going to lead us.”
Wrath felt sick. This was exactly what he didn't want. He simply couldn't bear the potential for tragedy inherent in his being responsible for so many. Didn't Tohr know he wasn't good enough? Wasn't strong enough? He'd let his parents die, had acted as a feeble weakling, not a worthy male. What had truly changed?
Only his body. Not his soul.
He wanted to walk away from his birth burden, just leave…
Tohr shuddered. “So long… We have waited so long for you to save us.”
Wrath shut his eyes. The desperate relief in his brother's voice told him how badly a king was needed. How hopeless so many were. And as long as Wrath was alive, by law no one else could fulfill the role.
Tentatively, he reached out and placed his hand on Tohr's lowered head. The weight of .what lay ahead of him, of them all, was too immense to comprehend.
“We're going to save the race together,” he murmured. “All of us.”
Hours later, Beth woke up hungry. Slipping free of Wrath's heavy arm, she put on a T-shirt and drew his robe around herself.
“Where are you off to, leelan?” Wrath's voice was deep, lazy, relaxed. She heard his shoulder crack, as it did when he stretched.
Considering the number of times he'd made love to her, she was surprised he could move at all.
“I'm just going to get something to eat.”
“Call for Fritz.”
“He did quite enough last night and deserves the rest. I'll be right back.”
“Beth”—Wrath's voice was sharp—“it's five in the afternoon. The sun is still out.”
She paused. “You said I might be able to go out during the day, though.”
“It's theoretically possible—”
“So I might as well find out now.”
She was at the door when Wrath flashed in front of her. His eyes were fierce.
“You don't need to know at this moment.”
“It's no big deal. I'll just head up—”
“You're going nowhere,” he growled, his massive body throwing off all kinds of aggression. “I forbid you to leave this room.”
Beth closed her mouth slowly.
Forbid me? He forbids me?
We're going to have to nip this one right in the bud , she thought, sticking her finger in his face.
“Back off, Wrath, and wipe that word from your vocabulary when you're speaking with me. We may be married, but I'm not going to be ordered around like a child by you. Are we clear on this?”
Wrath closed his eyes. Worry bled through the harsh lines of his face.
“Hey, it's going to be fine,” she said, stepping into his body. She hefted up his arms so they were around her shoulders. “I'll just duck my head out into the drawing room. If anything happens, I'll come right back down. Okay?”
He gripped her, holding her tight. “I hate that I can't be with you.”
“You're not going to be able to protect me from everything.”
The growl came back.
She kissed the underside of his chin and hit the stairs before he started arguing again. When she got to the top landing, she paused with her hand on the painting.
Down below, she heard the sound of a cell phone ringing. Wrath stayed in the doorway of the chamber, looking up at her.
She pushed the painting open a crack. Light pierced the darkness.
Down below, she heard him curse and shut the door.
Wrath glared at his cell phone until it went silent. He paced. He sat on the couch. He paced some more. And then the door opened. Beth was smiling. “I'm good to go,” she said.
He rushed over, feeling her skin. It was cool, healthy. “Did it burn at all? Did you feel hot?”
“No. The brightness hurt my eyes when I went outside—”
“You went outside?”
“Yeah. Whoa.” Beth grabbed for his arm as his knees went out. “Dear God, you're pale. Here, lie down.”
He did as he was told.
Holy Christ . She'd gone outside in broad daylight. His Beth had waltzed outside into the sunlight. Where he wouldn't have been able to reach her at all. At least if she'd stuck to the drawing room, he might have had a chance…
She could have been incinerated.
Cool hands brushed some hair out of his eye. “Wrath, I'm fine.”
He looked up into her face. “I feel like I'm going to pass out.”
“Which is physiologically improbable. Because you're lying down.”
“Damn, leelan. I love you so much I'm scaring the crap out of myself.” When she pressed her lips to