"No, I'm not." She was about as far away from expected as it got. "I, ah-"
"Fritz, who is it?" came a female voice.
As footsteps got closer, Marissa clasped her hands together and lowered her head.
Oh, Lord. Beth, the queen. It would have been so much better to see Wrath first. And now she could only assume this wasn't going to work out.
Surely her majesty would let her use the phone to call Rehvenge? God, did she even have time to dial?
The doors creaked open even wider. "Who is... Marissa?"
Marissa kept her eyes on the floor and curtsied, as was custom. "My queen."
"Fritz, will you excuse us?" A moment later Beth said, "Would you like to come in?"
Marissa hesitated, then stepped through the door. She had a peripheral sense of incredible color and warmth, but she couldn't lift her head to take it all in.
"How did you find us?" Beth asked.
"Your... hellren's blood lingers within me. I... I have come to him for a favor. I would speak to Wrath, if it would not offend?"
Marissa was shocked when her hand was grasped. "What's happened?"
When she lifted her eyes to the queen, she nearly gasped. Beth was so genuinely concerned, so worried. To be greeted with any kind of warmth was disarming, especially from this female who by all rights might be tempted to kick her out.
"Marissa, talk to me."
Where to start. "I am... ah, I am in need of a place to stay. I have nowhere to go. I have been cast out. I am-"
"Wait, slow down. Just slow down. What happened?"
Marissa took a deep breath and gave a condensed version of the story, one that avoided any mention of Butch.
The words ran out of her like dirty water, spilling onto the brilliant mosaic floor, staining the beauty beneath her feet. The shame of the recounting stung her throat.
"So you will stay with us," Beth pronounced when it was over.
"Just the one night."
"For however long you want." Beth squeezed Marissa's hand. "However. Long."
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boots descending carpeted stairs.
Then Wrath's deep voice filled the cavernous three-story foyer. "What the hell's going on?"
"Marissa is moving in with us."
While Marissa dropped into another curtsy, she was totally stripped of her pride, as vulnerable as if she were naked. To have nothing and throw yourself on the mercy of others was a strange kind of terror.
"Marissa, look at me."
Wrath's hard tone was utterly familiar, the one he'd always used with her, the one that had made her cringe for three centuries. In desperation, she eyed the open door to the vestibule even though she was by now officially out of time.
The wooden panels slammed shut as if the king had willed it so. "Marissa, talk."
"Back off, Wrath," the queen snapped. "She's been through too much tonight already. Havers threw her out."
"What? Why?"
Beth made quick work of the story, and hearing it from a third party only increased Marissa's humiliation. As her vision blurred, she struggled not to lose it.
And the battle was lost when Wrath said, "Jesus Christ, that idiot. Of course she stays here."
With a shaking hand, she brushed under both eyes, capturing her tears and quickly rubbing them away between her fingertips.
"Marissa? Look at me."
She lifted her head. God, Wrath was just the same, his face too cruel to be truly handsome, those wraparound sunglasses making him look even more intimidating. Absently, she noted that his hair was much longer than when she'd known him, down nearly to the small of his back.
"I'm glad you came to us."
She cleared her throat. "I would be grateful for a short tenure here."
"Where are your things?"
"They're all packed up at my house-er, my brother's-I mean, Havers's house. I came back from the Princeps Council and everything I own was in boxes. But it can remain there until I figure out-"
"Fritz!" When the doggen came running in, Wrath said, "Go to Havers's and pick up her stuff. You better take the van and an extra set of arms."
Fritz bowed and took off, moving faster than you would think an old doggen could.
Marissa tried to find words. "I-I-"
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"I'm going to show you to your room," Beth said. "You look like you're about to collapse."
The queen took Marissa over to the grand staircase, and as they went, Marissa glanced over her shoulder.