He took her earlobe into his teeth to nip it gently as he rubbed his swollen groin against her hip. Then he placed a precious kiss to her cheek… His breath tormented her flesh with its heat.
Then he released her and coldly stepped away.
Those golden fair eyes pierced her with icy loathing. “I’m not your whore or your chattel. Most of all, I’m not your pet dog to come at your command.”
Stunned and breathless, she glared at him. “Excuse me?”
His own breathing ragged, he put more room between them. “I told you what my terms for marriage were. A partnership. Not slavery and servitude to your capricious whims and arbitrary rules of unreasonable, Amazonian law. And what did you do? You ruthlessly chose your tribe over me. And I still bear those scars.”
Seraphina winced as that long-ago night replayed through her mind. Nala had almost killed him. “I was young and stupid, and I’m dragonswan enough to admit it.”
“It’s too late. I would rather live out eternity in monastic celibacy than suffer one more day with any of you. Now go! Your sisters are waiting.”
His rejection stung her more than she would have ever thought possible. Not that it mattered. She wasn’t here to beg him back to her bed. She was here to plead for his help. “It’s not that simple.”
“It is that simple. You and I are finished. I accept the fact that I can’t take another lover, but you’re free to find whatever fool you can to satiate your hunger. Now go. Bother me no more.”
Seraphina choked as she remembered the last words he’d spoken to her so long ago as he glared up at her with eyes haunted by betrayal – 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.
But Fate had forced her back to him.
And she had no choice. She needed his help.
Her throat tightened as she thought of the best way to tell him what she needed to. He would hate her even more for the secret she’d kept. And she couldn’t blame him for it. She’d been so wrong for what they’d done to him.
What she’d personally done.
Arcadian. Katagari. In retrospect, it all seemed so stupid. And the bitter agony in his eyes tonight told her exactly how much damage their cruelty had wrought – the lingering scars they’d engraved on his loyal soul.
You have to tell him.
But how? The human race had already done so much to him and his brothers before she’d even met him, and by way of her own cruel hands, they’d done him even more harm. He had every right to despise them all.
Stop being a coward. You have to let him know. He has a right to hear it from your own lips.
Honestly, there was no easy way to do this.
No quick or easy, or even gentle method.
And as he headed for the door to leave, she had no choice except to blurt it out for him.
“Your children need you, Maxis. If I don’t hand you over, they’ll kill them both.”
3
Max blinked slowly as Seraphina’s words hit him like a sledgehammer. For a full minute, he couldn’t breathe as they sank in and he realized their full implication. “Children?”
“Son and daughter.”
The room tilted. Yeah, that really was what she’d meant. He hadn’t misunderstood her.
Max reached out and braced his hand against the wall as he struggled to comprehend everything she was telling him.
He was a father.
“I don’t understand.”
“It was the night before your rebellion…”