Born of Silence (The League Gen 1 #4)(52)
Author: Sherrilyn Kenyon

But Maris knew the truth. “No, he didn’t. He’s going to his ship right now so that he can make a suicide run for my brother and the League.”

Hauk started cursing in Andarion. “I would ask you to tell me he’s not that stupid. But…” He looked at Syn and then Nykyrian. “We’ve been down this road before and I’ve seen the hell it leads to.” He let out a disgusted sigh. “What happened to our calm, rational little buddy that we raised? You know? The guy who never reacted to anything until after he’d carefully thought it through?”

“He had the shit kicked out of him one time too many.” A tic worked in Ryn’s jaw. “This finally did him in.”

“We’ve all been there,” Nykyrian said under his breath.

Without another comment, Maris headed down the hall in the same direction as Darling. There was no way he was going to let Darling do this alone.

“Where are you going?” Drake called out after him.

Did he really have to explain? “He needs a wingman and point guard.”

“Maris, wait!”

Had it been anyone other than Nykyrian who barked that order, he would have ignored them. But Maris had too much respect for the Andarion prince to blatantly disregard him.

“What?”

“Can you stand Darling down for about twenty minutes? Give us enough time to rally so that you two will have at least half a chance at surviving?”

That wasn’t as easy as Nykyrian might think. In this current mood, Darling wouldn’t be easy to talk sense into. Not that he faulted Darling for that.

The only person he knew who could stop Darling from this stupidity was lying in a League morgue.

Maris fought down his own tears. He’d grown to love her, too. While he’d never had a sister, he’d started calling her one. “I’ll try.”

Nykyrian nodded. “Good luck.”

Yeah, he was going to need it.

Maris ran after Darling, hoping he could catch him before he launched. His heart was broken for him. But worse than that was the fact that he knew Darling would be dead before this day was out.

One way or another.

There was no way he’d come back here without Zarya. Maris could try to soothe him. But in the end, it wouldn’t be enough. Nothing would ease the agony Darling held inside himself now. No amount of words. No amount of alcohol.

Nothing.

And the sad thing was, he knew he’d die with him. He understood what drove Darling more than he wanted to.

Without Darling in his life, he had no reason to live either. He’d already lost his entire family. Every friend he’d stupidly thought he had. Friends who’d tormented and mocked Darling for being something he wasn’t while Maris had stood there and let them do it.

The guilt of his inaction would forever haunt him.

That won’t be much longer now…

And he didn’t mind at all. Zarya and Darling were the only ones who’d never judged him.

Darling, alone, had stood by him no matter what shit-storm ravaged him. He couldn’t bear the thought of getting up in the morning and not seeing or at least speaking to Darling.

“Dar!” he called as he finally saw him in the landing bay.

Halfway to his ship, Darling froze at the sound of Maris’s voice. Turning around, he frowned. Maris hated to run. He always had.

Yet he ran toward him as fast as he could.

“What are you doing, Mari?” he asked when Maris finally reached him.

Maris took a deep breath to slow his rapid breathing before he answered. “I’m going with.”

Darling shook his head. It was bad enough he’d lost Zarya, he wasn’t about to allow Maris to throw his life away, too. “No, you’re not. You’re staying here.”

Defiance glared at him through those dark eyes. “Oh hell no, I’m not. And you can’t stop me.”

That was debatable, but he didn’t want to fight with his best friend. He wanted to save his venom for the ones who deserved to die for their actions. “You don’t understand, Mari.”

“Yes, Darling, I do,” he said emphatically. “I get it completely.” His gaze steady and harsh, he put his hands on Darling’s shoulders. “Through thick and thin, we’re brothers to the bitter end. And if you’re going to hell, buddy, I’m driving the bus.”

Those sincere words touched him so deeply that they burned all the way to his soul. Finally, Darling felt the tears stinging his eyes. “I can’t let you do this. I won’t kill you, too.”

“You didn’t kill Zarya, and you have no choice.” Maris pulled his arms away and pointed to the embroidery on the sleeve of his burgundy battlesuit. “Hello? Decorated war hero. I’m every bit as well trained as you are, and I trained longer. So move your skinny ass out of my way so that I can get to my ship and show you how it’s done.”

Darling didn’t buy in to that arrogance for even a heartbeat. And he wasn’t going to watch Maris die. Not today. “I’m serious, Maris. Stand down.”

“So am I, Darling.” Maris’s gaze softened as he cupped Darling’s face in his hands and forced him to look at him. “Don’t you know that you are my Zarya? You always have been. I’ve been in love with you since the first day we met and you took a beating for me. Would you really ask me to watch you fly out of here, knowing you’re going to die and do nothing about it? Really?”

Darling swallowed against the bitter lump in his throat. He’d always known how Maris felt about him. Just as he’d known that he was the reason why Maris had never been serious about anyone else. At times he’d taken advantage of that love and selfishly kept Maris with him when he shouldn’t have. Kept him by his side instead of allowing Maris to move on and find someone else to dedicate his life to.

Still, Maris had stayed. Even though he knew that as close as they were, friendship was all they’d ever have.

A part of him hated what he’d selfishly done to Maris just so that he wouldn’t be alone in his hell. So that he would have at least one person he could depend on without question or fail.

And he did love Maris. He did. But not like that. Not the way he loved Zarya.

Closing his eyes, Darling laid his hand over the one Maris had on his left cheek—the cheek that still bore the external scars that marred him soul deep. “The gods f**ked us both, didn’t they?”

Maris took his hand into both of his. “I don’t think so. These last few years, I’ve been able to live with the only man I’ve ever loved, and I see him night and day.” He gave him a teasing, lopsided grin. “Having sex with him once in a while would have been infinitely better, but I actually don’t mind what we have. You own my heart, but I own a part of you no one else does. Not even Zarya.”

It was true. Because they’d been through so much, had protected each other and been there when no one else had, they had a bond tighter than marriage and friendship.

And it was eternal. There was never any fear of betrayal or abandonment. Never any doubt about how far the other would go to protect or shelter the other. One call and they would walk through the fires of hell. Side by side.

How many people could say that about their friends and family?

Even now, Maris was with him.

To the bitter end.

Maris winked at him. “Now let’s go avenge our lady and teach those bastards their manners.”

Reality came crashing down again. So swift and brutal that for a full minute, he couldn’t even catch his breath for it.

His soul screamed out again, railing against the gods who’d done this. But he wouldn’t cry. Not now. Tears were weak and Zarya didn’t deserve his weakness.

Zarya deserved only his utter best.

“I’m going to kill your brother, Maris.”

“I know. And while a part of me still loves him, he’s not the same brother I grew up with. I truly hate the assassin he’s become and I’m so sorry he hurt you.”

Darling squeezed his hand, then released it. “For Zarya,” he breathed. He stepped to the right so that Maris could go around him and walk to his own fighter.

But Maris didn’t move. “Nykyrian asked if you could wait twenty minutes for them to rally and go with us.”

Honestly, he didn’t want them to. He didn’t want to endanger anyone else. Never mind his true friends, and especially not Maris. Unfortunately, he knew they were every bit as obstinate as he was. Nothing would deter them.

And if Maris wasn’t with him, he’d never wait.

One is easily overtaken. Two can fight back.

But a group united is hard to destroy. Another adage his father had made him commit to memory.

“Twenty minutes. Then I launch.”

Inclining his head, Maris relayed the message through the comlink in his suit. Darling turned to climb aboard his fighter while Maris went to his.

Once he was harnessed into his seat, he glanced over, then froze. It was so strange to watch Maris skillfully strap himself into his cockpit and systematically run the flight checks. While he and Maris had been friends all these years and had fought together in a couple of bar brawls, they’d never gone to war as a team.

Never once.

In his younger days, Maris had fought in the Phrixian Fighter Corps under Kyr’s command.

And Darling had only fought with the Sentella and Resistance with Hauk as his usual wingman.

It was always so strange to him how life turned. Usually when you least expected it.

Never had he seen this one coming. And the fact that Maris was fighting with him against the brother he’d once protected…

Yeah, fate was a bitch with a wicked sense of humor.

And today we’re all her punch line.

As Darling ran through his own checklist, he tried his best to not think about the first time Zarya had touched him. She’d been right here, in this very ship. If he closed his eyes, he could still see her with him in the darkness of space, feel her mouth on his body as she went down on him. It’d been the first time in his life that sex with someone else had given him pleasure. The first time anyone had made love to him…

I miss you so much…

How could I have let you die? Had he been the man she deserved, she would never have been in this situation. He should have run away with her when he had the chance.

To hell with Arturo and the empire and his duties.

She was the only thing that had really mattered. Why hadn’t he taken better care of her?

He should have just grabbed her and run to live on some colony somewhere else. Screw duty. Screw honor. The gods knew, he had enough money even without his inheritance, they could have had an extremely comfortable life together.

For that shortsighted stupidity, he now bled internally.

“You all right?”

Maris’s voice and his concern brought him back to what he was doing.

Darling pulled his helmet on so that he could respond. “All right would be a stretch. But I’m operable.”

And he wanted League blood. Enough that it washed over and through him until he saw nothing but red…

Firing his engines, he put in his request for launch.

Let the slaughter commence…

Zarya hissed as Ture pried the blood-soaked hair off her face and his fingers brushed against the bruise on her forehead. After they’d dumped her back in the cell with him, he’d pulled her into his arms to hold her like she was a small child.

She hated that he was here because of her. Ture wasn’t a soldier. He wasn’t a fighter. He was an innocent cook who had no business here. She’d only brought him with her so that the Resistance would trust her again.

And while they didn’t interrogate him daily like they did her, they hadn’t spared him either. His handsome face was bruised and swelling from his beatings, and she suspected his nose was broken.

Still, he continued to watch over her and protect her as best he could.

“What did they do to you, this time?” he asked, his voice cracking.

Too weak to move, she listened to his heart beating beneath her ear. “They killed me.”

His arms stiffened around her. “What?” he asked in disbelief.

She groaned as a sudden pain stabbed her body. “Obviously, they brought me back so that they could continue torturing me. I think I was only dead for a few minutes.”

And the machine they’d used to resuscitate her felt like it’d broken every rib in her chest.

But at least she was alive. Pip hadn’t been so fortunate. He’d died under their torture about an hour before she had, and when they’d gone to resuscitate him, his body had caught fire.

Panic seized her at the memory. His death had been both gruesome and excruciating. His screams would haunt her forever.

Don’t think about it…

Gods, how had Darling stood months of this? Every part of her ached more than she would have thought possible. How could anyone be in this much pain and not die?

But at least she hadn’t been raped. Thanks to Safir who’d reminded them that even though she was an outlaw captured in Resistance headquarters, she was still an aristo. As such, by their own laws, they couldn’t have her raped while in their custody.

How sad that they had to make what should be common decency a law. And sadder still was that such a law made them better than her Resistance brethren who hadn’t been so kind to Darling.

When would the cruelty stop?

Ture winced as he carefully turned her face to survey the latest damage. “You have got to think of your baby, sweetie. Give them something—anything—so that they’ll stop this before it’s too late.”

Tears stung her eyes. She feared that she’d already lost her baby. She’d been spotting earlier, before they’d pulled her out to interrogate her again. But there was nothing she could do now, not unless she told them she was pregnant and that was too big a risk, too. “I can’t.”

“You mean you won’t.”

She wouldn’t argue that. No matter what, she would never hurt Darling. It didn’t matter what they did to her. She would not betray him.

“He’ll come for me soon. I know he will,” she said with as much conviction as she could muster.

“You’re such a fool, Zarya. How can you be so blind after everything you’ve seen? People just aren’t that decent or reliable. They’re not. We all want to believe in the magical hero who flies in at the last minute with his army and saves us from our enemies. But it doesn’t happen in real life. Ever. People hurt you and they disappoint you, and there’s nothing you can do about it. You have to take care of yourself first, and realize that when the rain comes, you’re standing in it all alone.”

She shook her head, then hissed at the pain it caused her. “You’re wrong, Ture. When someone really loves you, they don’t give up on you. Ever.” And she would never give up on Darling, nor had she stopped looking for Kere—not until she’d found him.

Ture leaned his cheek against her hair in a way that reminded her of how Darling held her. “I used to be like you. And when my life fell apart I saw the ugly truth of people. They don’t care about anyone but themselves. There’s no such thing as friendship. People only hang around when there’s something in it for them.”

She frowned at the bitterness in his tone. “What are you getting from my friendship? Other than beaten to a pulp and starved to illness?”

He brushed at her hair. “When we’re not imprisoned, you make me laugh. And I missed not having a friend. You keep me from being lonely.”

Still, she didn’t believe his argument. “And when I called you, you came to me to do something dangerous. Why?”

“Because I’m stupid and loyal, even when I know other people wouldn’t be that way for me. I learned a long time ago that I never get out of a relationship what I put into it.”

She winced as he struck a bruise on her scalp. “You’re not the only one who’s loyal and decent, Ture. It’s why I won’t betray Darling. He wouldn’t betray me and I know it. When someone really loves you, they find a way to get to you, even in the darkest night, against all odds. Through the worst nightmares, they are there, holding your hand. They’re there to stand with you to the end. I don’t just believe that. I know it.”

Ture scoffed. “When I was a child, I believed that, too. I did. But my hero spit on me and walked out. I hope for your sake that yours doesn’t.”

“He won’t.”

Ture sighed. “But he’s not here now…”

“He’ll come…”

Ture kissed her forehead. “I hope so, honey. Just once in my life, I’d like to be wrong.”

“So what’s our plan?” Hauk asked as Darling adjusted his trajectory settings.

The link crackled before Nykyrian answered. “Keep Darling alive.”

Darling rolled his eyes at Nykyrian’s droll tone. “You two are aware of the fact that I am on this frequency, too, correct?”

“Of course we know, sugar,” Jayne said. “It wouldn’t be any fun to talk about you if you couldn’t hear us. So anyone got some juicy Darling tidbits to share? If we push it, we can probably make his skin match his hair… C’mon, Mari, I know you have to have good dirt.”

“I do, but… I’d rather keep it to myself. You never know when you’re going to need blackmail material.”

Jayne laughed over the link. “You suck.”

Darling ignored them and returned to Hauk’s original question. “The plan is to get the prisoners out and back to Caronese territory before we get killed.”

Syn cleared his throat. “I don’t mean to be the kick in the crotch, but you do know that this would have been easier had you given us enough time to pull specs and actually formulate a plan of attack.”

Probably, but Darling hadn’t been willing to wait. “By then, they could have killed another hostage. Or all of them.”

No one argued that.

So Darling continued. “We have cursory plans of the prison’s layout. Hauk and I will go in to distract the brunt of their forces, while the rest of you pull out my people.”

“Uh, you’re not going to make anything explode, are you?” Hauk asked.

Darling snorted. “One of these days, we’ve got to get you over your fear of explosives.”

Except there wouldn’t be a future for him. Not after this. Darling had no intention of coming back…

This would be his last fight with his friends.