He could make out her canopy bed and the small swell of her body under the covers.
"But you missed luncheon last night. As well as dinner."
"I'll come down later."
He shut his eyes, concluding that she'd been to feed the night before. Every time she saw Wrath, she would retreat into herself for days afterward.
He thought of the living cells down in his lab.
Wrath might be their race's king by birth, and he might have the purest blood of them all, but the warrior was a bastard. He seemed totally unconcerned with what he was doing to Marissa. Or perhaps he didn't even know how much his cruelty affected her.
It was hard to decide which was the worse crime.
"I've made some important progress," Havers said, going over to the bed and sitting down. "I'm going to set you free."
"From what?"
"That... assassin."
"Don't talk about him like that."
He gritted his teeth. "Marissa - "
"I don't want to be free of him."
"How can you say that? He treats you with no respect. I hate the idea of that brute feeding off you in some back alley - "
"We go to Darius's. He has a room there."
The idea that she was being exposed to another of those warriors didn't make him any happier. They were all frightening, and a few were downright horrific.
He knew the Black Dagger Brotherhood was a necessary evil to defend the race, and he knew he should be grateful for their protection. Except he couldn't feel anything save dread at their existence. The fact that the world was dangerous enough, the race's enemies powerful enough, so as to mandate the likes of those warriors was tragic.
"You don't have to do this to yourself."
Marissa rolled over, turning her back to him. "Leave me."
Havers planted his hands on his knees and pushed himself to his feet. His memories of Marissa before she'd begun to service their dreadful king were so very dim. He could recall only bits and pieces of the way she'd been, and he feared the joyous, smiling young female was forever lost now.
And what was in her place? A somber, subdued shadow who floated around his house, pining for a male who treated her with no regard whatsoever.
"I hope you will reconsider luncheon," Havers said softly. "I would love to have your company."
He shut the door quietly and went down the ornate, curving staircase. The dining room table was set as he liked it, with a full complement of china, glassware, and silver. He sat down at the head of the glossy table, and one of his doggen came in to serve him some wine.
Looking down at the plate of Bibb lettuce before him, he forced a smile. "Karolyn, this salad is lovely."
Karolyn bowed her head, eyes glowing from his praise. "I went to a farm stand today just to find the right leaves for you."
"Well, I most certainly appreciate the effort." Havers cut into the delicate greens as she left him alone in the beautiful room.
He thought of his sister, curled up in her bed.
Havers was a healer by nature and profession, a male who had marked his entire life in service to others. But if Wrath were ever injured enough to come and see him, Havers would be tempted to let that monster bleed out.
Or kill him on the OR table with a slip of the scalpel.
Chapter Ten
Beth eased into consciousness slowly. It was like surfacing from a perfectly performed swan dive. There was a glow in her body, a satisfaction as she emerged from the buffered world of sleep.
Something was on her forehead.
Her eyelids flipped open. Long male fingers were moving down the bridge of her nose. They drifted across her cheek and then over to her jaw.
There was enough ambient light coming from the kitchen that she could dimly make out the man lying with her.
His concentration was fierce as he explored her face. His eyes were closed, arching brows drawn down, thick lashes against his high, regal cheekbones. He was on his side, his shoulders a mountain blocking her view to the glass door.
Good lord, he was huge. And stacked.
His upper arms were the size of her thighs. His abdomen was ribbed as if he were smuggling paint rollers under his skin. His legs were thick and corded. And his sex was as big and magnificent as the rest of him.
When he'd first come up against her naked and she'd had a chance to touch him, she'd been shocked. He had no hair on his