fuck are you talking about!”
There was a slight pause. Like she was surprised he wasn’t all into her bright idea.
“Wrath, seriously. This is the way to get the throne back.”
As the bonded male in him started screaming at the top of its lungs, he was an inch from exploding—but he’d already trashed one whole room in the compound. And the brothers would kill him if he smashed up their weight room.
Attempting to keep his voice level, he failed miserably: “No fucking way!”
“It’s just a piece of paper!” she hollered back. “What the hell does it matter?”
“You’re my shellan!”
“It’s all about carrots!”
Annnnnnnnnnd that stopped him dead. Shaking his head to clear it some, he said, “I’m sorry—what?”
Little hard to transition from ending their relationship to root frickin’ vegetables.
“Look, you and I are together because we love each other. A piece of paper one way or another is not going to change us—”
“No, absolutely not—I’m not going to give those assholes the satisfaction of fucking you over—”
“Listen to me.” She grabbed onto his forearm and squeezed. “I want you to calm down and listen to me.”
It was the weirdest thing. As wound up as he was, when she gave him a direct order like that? He followed like a foot soldier.
“Predate the dissolution of marriage—mating—whatever. Don’t give them any rationale, you don’t want to look like it’s reactionary. Then decide whether or not you want to stay King. But that way? It’s not my fault. Right now, like it or not, I’m the reason you’re losing the throne, and I can’t go through the rest of our lives feeling responsible for something like that. It’ll kill me.”
“Sacrificing you is not the way—”
“We’re not sacrificing me in the slightest. I don’t care about being queen. I care about being by your side—and no crown or edict or whatever is going to change that.”
“You could be carrying our offspring right now. Are you saying you want to bring that young into the world a bastard?”
“They wouldn’t be to me. They wouldn’t be to you.”
“But to others…”
“Like who? You telling me Vishous would think the kid’s something less? Tohr? Rhage? Any of the Brothers—their shellans? What about Qhuinn and Blay—Qhuinn’s not mated to Layla. Does that mean you’d look down on that child?”
“This household’s not the ‘others’ I was talking about.”
“So who is, precisely? We never see the glymera—thank God—and I don’t believe I’ve ever met what you guys call a commoner. Well, except for Ehlena and Xhex, I guess. I mean, all these citizens of the race—they never come here, and is that going to change? I don’t think so.” She squeezed his arm again. “Besides, you were worried about putting our kid on the throne? This takes care of that problem, too.”
Wrath broke off from her hold on him and wanted to pace—except he didn’t know the weight room layout well enough not to land on his ass.
He settled for wiping his face again. “I don’t want the throne enough to divorce you. I just don’t. It’s the principle, Beth.”
“Well, if it makes you feel better, I’ll divorce you.”
He blinked behind his wraparounds. “Not going to happen. I’m sorry, but I will not do this.”
His leelan’s voice cracked. “I can’t spend the rest of my life thinking it’s my fault. I just can’t.”
“But it isn’t. It honestly isn’t. Look, I just … I gotta let the past go, you know? I can’t hold on to my parents this way. That shit isn’t healthy.” He let his head fall back. “Goddamn, I mean, you’d figure I’d be over it by now. Losing them, that is.”
“I don’t think people ever get past that kind of thing—especially the way it happened to you.”
Flashes came back of his scrawny pretrans self locked in that crawl space, watching through a knothole in the wood as his parents were cut into pieces. It was always the same film reel, the same glints of sword blades and screams of pain and terror … and it always ended the same, with the two most important people in his life up to that point gone, gone, gone.
He wasn’t going to lose Beth. Not even in a figurative way.
“No,” he said with utter finality.
Reaching over, he put his hand on her womb. “I’ve lost my past and there’s nothing I can do to change that. I will not lose my future—even for the throne.”
FORTY-NINE
One of the problems with marriages, matings, whatever … was that when the person you loved laid down a veto?