his torso jutting forward on his hips, his legs sinking down as if he were about to throw himself into the heat.
Before he could think, Rhage jumped out of line and ran to the guy; iAm certainly couldn’t, what with the torch in his hand. Locking his arms around the Shadow’s pelvis, he picked Trez up and backed him away about ten feet.
Even with the wind still coming from behind them and carrying things off, the heat was tremendous.
Trez didn’t seem to notice—not the fact that he had been relocated, nor the reality that if the gusts shifted, he could still be incinerated.
He was just roaring at the pyre, his neck muscles sticking out, his chest pumping up and down, his body jacked forward against the iron bar of Rhage’s hold.
There was no tracking the precise words, but there probably weren’t any.
Sometimes language couldn’t go far enough.
All you could do was scream.
SEVENTY-TWO
“Actually … I think I’d rather stay here.”
As Paradise spoke, she looked up from her desk. Her father was standing in front of her, the report she’d just given him lowering down to his side as if he were stunned.
“But surely you should wish to return home.”
There was no one in the waiting room—for that matter, there wasn’t anybody in the house except for Vuchie and the other staff. Something had happened at the Brotherhood compound, and Wrath had canceled all appointments for the following several nights as he and the Brothers went into mourning. She knew no details, but whatever it was had happened suddenly.
She prayed it wasn’t somebody dying in the war.
“I’m really … happy here.” That wasn’t exactly true, but it was close enough. “I like having my own space.”
Her father glanced around, and then brought over a chair. “Paradise.”
Ah, yes. His “be serious, darling” voice. And usually, when he started off like that, she got sucked back into whatever seat she was sitting in, as if his pater familias tone held a centrifugal force enough to beat gravity.
Not tonight. “No,” she said. “I’m not coming home.”
Oh … great. It turned out there was something even worse: The pain that flared in his eyes now.
She put her hands up to her face. “Please don’t.”
“I just … I do not understand.”
No, she imagined he didn’t. “Father, I need something that’s mine—and I’m not talking about a mate and young and a big house somewhere.”
“There is no shame in having a family.”
“And there should be no shame if a female wants a life of her own, either.”
“Perhaps if you meet the right—”
She dropped her hands down onto the desktop, hitting the edge of her keyboard and making it jump. “I’m not interested in getting mated. Ever.”
At that, he paled. Sure as if she’d told him she wanted to run out naked at noontime.
“Your presentation season is approaching.”
“I have a job now.”
There was a long period of silence, in which he measured her and she didn’t waver. “Is this because we argued?” he asked.
“No.”
“So what … has changed, Paradise?”
“I have.”
Defeat curved her father’s shoulders, and that was when she realized that as much as he was her ghardian according to the Old Laws, in fact, he couldn’t force her to do anything.
Sadly, this was probably long overdue.
“Is it about the training center program?” he asked.
“Yes and no. It’s about me making choices in my own life, instead of having things forced on me. I just … I want to be free.”
Her father shook his head. “I suppose I am from a different generation.”
Crossing her arms on the desk, she leaned into them and thought about what that civilian male had said, the one who’d come for the application—and told her his name, but refused to shake her hand.
The one she found herself looking for every time that front door opened.
“It’s about safety, Father.”
“I’m sorry?”
“Me wanting to take the training course. I think I would like to know how to defend myself. It doesn’t mean that I’ll end up downtown, fighting slayers. It does mean, though, that if something were to happen to me, I’d be a heck of a lot more prepared to deal with it.”
“You are totally protected. Whether you are here or at home—”
“But what if I want to go other places?”
As the next wave of quiet hit, she knew where he was in his mind. Although he rarely said it out loud, it had always been clear to her that, among the many things the male missed about the passing of his beloved shellan, he wished