She shook her head. “Not yet. I need a few minutes.”
After warding the room with his strongest magics, Alaric left Quinn to gather her thoughts. He only went as far as the bathroom, where he sped through a quick shower, but every instinct he had urged him to
After he cleaned and dried his clothes with Atlantean water magic in the space of a few seconds, he returned to sit silently next to her on the bed. When she raised her tearstained face to him, he asked her again.
“Can you bear to tell it?”
She nodded and fisted her hands in the fabric of her sweater. As she told him all of it, from the press conference to the murder, he grew more and more furious, but at her first mention of Anubisa, he glowed nearly incandescent with rage.
Literally.
She had to shield her eyes.
“Hey, you’re going to need to tone it down for the human,” she said gently.
He instantly dimmed the energy so she could bear to look at him again.
“My apologies. I am holding so much power, channeling it to support Christophe and Serai in stabilizing the dome and the Trident, that it takes little to push me over the edge.”
“I understand, but if you want to hear all of it, you’re going to need to calm down a little. I don’t want to cause your brain to explode.”
He nodded, but she could tell from the way the muscles in his jaw clenched that he was gritting his teeth very hard. She told him the rest of it, right up to the point where he’d arrived to rescue her.
“He told you he wanted to impregnate you,” Alaric said.
She could tell from the way he so carefully enunciated that he was on the verge of going berserk.
“He said it, but he didn’t touch me. Not like last time,” she said softly, almost too softly to be heard.
His entire body tensed beneath her, as if steeling for a blow. “Last time?”
She bowed her head and told him something she never, ever talked about anymore. “Six years ago. When that murderous bastard of a vampire kept me as his plaything and—worst of all—I let him. Alaric, I know you think you want me, but you’d be far better off without me.”
Silence. Utter, complete silence. It took a while for her to gather the courage to look up at him, but when she did, the revulsion and rejection she’d expected were nowhere in sight. Instead, a far more powerful emotion blazed forth from those beautiful emerald eyes, and he kissed her so thoroughly that she’d nearly forgotten her own name by the time he lifted his head.
“There is nothing you could ever do that would make me think less of you,
Chapter 22
Alaric watched Quinn carefully as a yawning chasm of insanity beckoned at the edges of his consciousness. He fought it back in the toughest battle he’d ever waged. This was absolutely, in no way, about him.
His rage for what some monster had done to her.
His anguish that she had been violated.
None of it—not
He locked down, hard, on all of it and simply rested his cheek on the top of her head and held her. Said nothing, did nothing; just held her for a very long time and focused on the scent of her still-damp hair. She smelled like flowers and some kind of fruit.
She smelled like home.
Finally, she stirred a little and looked up at him, and he could tell she’d been crying.
“Thank you,” she said huskily. “That’s exactly what I needed.”
“I hope I can always do whatever you need, especially when my every instinct is crying out for the opposite,” he confessed.
“You want to protect me. You want to go back and find that vampire, whom I killed myself by the way, and kill him all over again. Piece by piece, so he suffers for hours.”
“Suffers for days.
“I don’t talk about this,” she said, her eyes dark pools of painful memory. “Not in casual conversation, not ever, really. Riley doesn’t even know, but Jack does. He helped me find Moira.”
Alaric watched as she clenched her hands into fists and then relaxed them, over and over. He wondered if she even realized she was doing it.
“Moira was my therapist. She helped me to be able to talk about it and, after a long while, to be able to heal and move on.” She shrugged. “Pretty stupid, a big, tough rebel leader needing a shrink, right?”
“You’re not that big,” he said lightly. “More like a pocket-sized rebel leader.”
She elbowed him, but she did smile a little, which was what he’d intended.
“No matter how tough you are, nobody survives pain, or torture, or violation without needing some help to get through it,
“And you. Riley told me how you helped Conlan get through that and cope with everything that happened when she and he met. You’re kind of a hero, aren’t you?”
“I prefer rock star,” he said loftily, wondering a little wildly when the gods had given him the ability to banter while the walls he’d built so carefully around his heart over the centuries, stone by stone, shattered into rubble inside him.
It was almost a miracle.
Quinn stared down at her clasped hands and drew in a shallow, fractured breath. “It was a terrible plan,” she began, her voice so quiet he could hardly hear her.
“A terrible plan. Since then, I’ve come up with a hundred ways—a
“And somebody was you,” he said, hating it. Understanding it.
“Somebody was me,” she agreed. “Except, he didn’t stake so easily. We didn’t know, back then, the full extent of the powers of the old ones. We didn’t realize they could wake up and suck a human into their minds during the daylight hours.”
He clenched his jaw against the questions burning in his throat for release, giving her time to tell him the story in her own way.
“He caught us, and he killed everyone else with me. He . . . he took a liking to me. Thought I was the girlfriend of one of the shifters or something. Didn’t realize I was one of the fighters. So he decided that he’d keep the whore for himself. Spoils of battle,” she said, bitterness dripping like acid from each word.
“I’m glad you killed him,” he said fiercely; the only comment he’d allow himself.
“I didn’t.” She lifted her face to look him in the eyes. “I couldn’t—not for a while. For far too long. I had no opportunity and no weapons. He was way too strong for me. Instead, I came up with horrible plan, part B: I pretended to
She broke down and started to take deep, calming breaths. “Breathing exercises. Moira taught me to use them, you know? For a while, they were all I had to fight back the nightmares.”