Lies in Blood (Dark Secrets #4)(33)
Author: A.M. Hudson

I smiled across at Jason. He was far from evil. “So, you were originally intended to be with Lilith then, David?”

He nodded once. “We’re not sure what went wrong. All we do know is that you carry her blood and her curse. You could bear child after child, Ara, but the curse will not break until this child is born of yours and my blood.”

And, finally, the information in the scrolls made sense. For once. “How do you know this stuff?”

David’s dimple showed for a second. “What do you think I’ve been doing all these months?”

“Right.” I nodded, rubbing my face. “Okay. Info overload.”

Jason laughed once, and the sound brought me back a little, made me realise we were all still here, not lost somewhere in the past.

“So he wants our baby,” I said simply. “Let’s just not have one.”

“We can’t do that, either.”

“Why?”

“Because of the curse.”

“The blood curse?”

“Yes. If we do not conceive before I die, and you were to go on to love another—” David cleared his throat, his eyes clearly avoiding Jason. “Any child you bear with that man will carry the burden that is yours, that was your mothers before you and so on and so on—the curse repeating itself over and over, passed down to the firstborn, until this child, conceived of my blood, exists.”

“So, the curse will break on conception?”

“Yes.”

“Then, that’s what Drake agreed to restore or . . . give back?”

“Perhaps, but it’s not relevant or even important, Ara.”

“Then what is?”

“Killing Drake.” He stepped closer. “Don’t you see? We can’t run from this. I must father our child to save her sitting where you sit now, carrying a curse that is not hers. And from the second she is a living being inside your body, her life will be in danger.”

“Why in danger? You said you don’t know what Drake plans to do with her.”

“She’s been promised to him, that’s all we need to know,” Jason said.

“I’ve lived a hundred years under his roof, Ara, and he is not—” David held his finger up, angling his head away, “—getting my daughter.”

“So, then . . . he needs to die?” I said, though I couldn’t feel the words come from my lips.

“Yes, because if I choose to live—to run and not kill Drake, then we will look over our shoulders every day, my love, wondering if today is the day our baby girl doesn’t come home from school, if today is the day he finds her.” David walked over and cupped both my shoulders gently, leaning down to look right into my eyes. “I was born purely to end this curse, Ara. There is no way around this.”

I wanted to scream and yell—wanted to find the corpse of Lilith and burn it or stab it repeatedly for undoing everything I ever thought I had. David was never mine. He probably only fell in love with me because he and Lilith were meant for each other. “How long have you known about this?” I said so quietly that Jase took a step forward, his hand twitching as if he planned to touch me.

David took a second, but finally answered with, “Since before you left for Loslilian.”

I sat down on the armchair, landing on the doll Jase had thrown there earlier. Neither of the boys said a word for a while. Jase watched me carefully, probably reading my thoughts, while David stood staring at the ground.

“I don’t care about this blood curse, David. Not when there is still a way to save you,” I said softly, not really wanting a challenge, but not ready to give up the fight either.

“Having a child with another man and sending him to kill Drake is not the answer, either, Ara,” David said calmly, even though it was through his teeth. “I checked. I talked with Walt, with Arthur, and they have varying opinions, but one fact remains: the scrolls that describe our laws clearly state that the child must be born for a jure uxorious to take his throne.”

“What?” Both Jase and I said.

I stood up. “I thought it could be as long as I was pregnant.”

“When it comes to the law, Ara, ask me. Trust me. I’m the one who knows every in and out and every loophole. The child must be born,” David said. “And before our new king even had a chance to kill Drake, he would swoop in, steal you and your unborn child, and probably kill it in the womb to stop the cycle repeating. I can’t let that happen.”

I sat down again. “Why didn’t you just tell me all this when we argued earlier?”

“I—” He looked at his brother. “I don’t know.”

“Say it,” Jase said, but his voice broke beneath a breathy laugh. “What, you think she’s gonna laugh at you?”

“I. . .” David studied his feet. “I guess I just forget sometimes that you can be reasoned with, Ara. That you—” He stopped and came to kneel in front of me, gently taking my fingertips in his. “That you’re my best friend, and I can tell you anything.”

I smiled at him.

“You reminded me of that by coming to me earlier, being straight with me, and I really appreciated that. I know I came across as angry and unreasonable, but it’s . . . if there was anything else we could do, I would already be doing it. Do you really think I want to leave you?”

I shrugged.

“Well, I don’t, silly girl. I have everything I ever wanted and so many things I would never have imagined to want. But I have to give up this life—” He reached up and cupped my cheek. “Have to leave you alone, because this burden was born to me, not to you, my love. I don’t want to be looking over my shoulder for the rest of forever, and I don’t want that for you.”

I nodded, laying my hand over his.

“Please, Ara. Just tell me you understand. I need you to understand.”

I nodded again. I understood perfectly, which was exactly why I couldn’t bring myself to say it. “When . . . when do you plan to go?”

“That depends.”

“On what?”

“You.”

“Why me?”

“If you. . .” His pupils grew wider looking into mine. “Knowing this now, do you still want to have a child with me?”

I tried not to grin like a little girl, but I couldn’t help it. “Yes. More than ever.”

“Then I’ll leave for Romania in a month, after we’ve conceived.” He kissed my nose and stood up.