“It’s too late for that. I have no choice.” Grabbing the collar, she tried to drag him to Nala’s tent. Then quickly learned how heavy his stubborn, inert weight was.
With no choice, she’d left him in her tent to tell Nala she had him collared. And as she walked away, his curses for her rang in her ears.
“You do this, Sera, and I will leave you forever! I promise you, I won’t take this lying down! You will regret what you’ve done. What you allow them to do to me!”
In retrospect, she wasn’t even sure why she’d done it. Nala had never been that good to her. She could blame the humiliation of being called in before her queen on her arrival. Especially given the number of times she’d told Maxis to stay away from the others. Had ordered him to stand down. Her exhaustion on her return…
A thousand things that were stupid and poor excuses.
The only thing she could really say in her defense was that she’d had no idea how brutal they would be to him. Normally, a harrowing was a few lashes of the whip – no more than ten for an ill-behaved mate – a few days in the pit, and a few more weeks of shunning.
Then everything went back to normal. Since they already shunned Maxis, and he was stronger than most, she hadn’t thought much about his being punished, other than it would appease Nala and prevent any more action from being taken against Maxis.
Yet the instant she told Nala that he was collared and waiting, Nala had led half the village in to drag him out so that they could attack him as if he was solely responsible for every ill a Katagari had ever done an Arcadian. The feral glee in their eyes as they rained down an unimaginable wrath on his body still sent chills over her.
When she’d started forward to protect him, Nala had grabbed her and shoved her back. “You interfere in this and you’ll be harrowed next.”
“Basilinna —”
“I mean it! No one challenges my authority. And definitely not some piece-of-shit dog.”
Seraphina had stepped back, thinking it would be over quickly. But a few minutes later when they showed no signs of stopping, when their jubilant cheers had continued for them to worsen it, and they had yet to do a formal punishment for him, she’d moved in to stop them regardless of Nala’s threats.
They’d turned on her then. An all-out brawl that had forced her to withdraw or risk losing her unborn children.
By the time their anger was spent and they’d finally dragged, then thrown him into the pit, the damage was done. Maxis had barely been able to breathe or move. His wings broken, he’d lain there, panting in pain like the animal they accused him of being.
“Maxis?”
He’d refused to look at her. Instead, he’d stared at the pit wall, slowly blinking.
Heartbroken and sick, Seraphina had wanted to soothe him. To take everything back. “Maxis, please look at me.”
Finally, he’d pinned her with a cold, hate-filled stare.
Time and silence hung between them as she tried to think of something to say to him. But as she saw his condition and the betrayed fury in those golden eyes – anger and rage she fully deserved…
No thoughts would come to her mind.
Instead, he’d spoken those quiet words that had haunted her ever since. “I told you when we mated that I would gladly give you my heart, my life, and my love, but that when I did so they came with one condition. Never abuse me. Love is not abuse. And you have harmed me for the last time, my lady. I am done with you. Forever.” Then he had closed his eyes and refused to look at her.
Now he stood before her again. And she had a whole new chance to screw up everything.
A new chance to rebuild. If he’d allow it.
Wanting to start over, she reached up and fingered that short hair that reminded her how different he was from the feral dragon she’d been mated to so long ago. “Will you tell me what happened between you and Nala?”
More sadness darkened his eyes. “You don’t care. What difference does it make?”
“Because instead of attacking you then, I should have asked for your side of the story, and I never did. I want to know, now. Please?”
Max hesitated. He still wasn’t sure this was a good idea. But really, what difference did it make?
Nodding, he held his hand out. “Let me show you.”
She scowled. “Show me, how?”
His eyes took her to task for her hesitation. “You still don’t trust me?”