The King (Page 106)
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The King (Black Dagger Brotherhood #12)(106)
Author: J.R. Ward
Through his efforts, though, those tables had been turned; he had gained power over them and their King. And that’s what was so strange. The sense that he was in some way out of control now was illogical—
As Balthazar let out a whooping laugh and Zypher poured more gin—or was it vodka?—Xcor’s temper lit.
“He has not responded yet,” Xcor cut in.
The group of them turned upon him with frowns.
“Who has not?” Throe asked as he lowered his glass. The others had red plastic cups or were drinking from the bottle.
“Wrath.”
Throe shook his head. “He cannae have one, as legally he is powerless. There is naught he can do.”
“Do not be naive. There will be an answer to our cannon shot. This is not over the now.”
He got to his feet, a restlessness drumming through his body, animating him with twitchy movements he struggled to keep within himself.
“With no disrespect intended,” Throe hedged, “I fail to see what he can do.”
Turning away from the joviality, Xcor said, “Mark my words, this is not over. The question is, on the basis of his reply, may we still sustain.”
“Whither goest thou,” Throe demanded.
“Out. And I shall not be followed, thank you.”
“Thank you” was rather more like “fuck you,” he thought as he dematerialized through the flimsy front door and reappeared upon the lawn.
There were no more houses in this part of the development, the only other structure a pump house for the municipal sewer system.
He tilted his head back and considered the sky. There was no light from the moon, a cloud cover that promised more snow blocking out the illumination.
Yes, in this moment of his triumph, he felt no great joy or sense of accomplishment. He had expected to be … well, happy would be one word for it, although that emotion was not in his lexicon. Instead, he was as empty as he had been when he’d arrived upon these shores and ill at ease to the point of anxiety—
Oh, f**k. He knew the cause of the worry.
It was his Chosen, of course.
Whilst his men enjoyed the illusion of victory, there was only one place he wanted to go—even though it would undoubtedly put his life at risk.
And go unto the north he did.
Traveling upon the frigid night air, his molecules scrambled in a wave to the foot of one of the mountains on the very farthest edge of Caldwell’s territory.
Standing amongst the pines and oaks, his combat boots planted in the crusty snow, he looked up even though he could not see the apex of the mount.
He could not, in fact, see much more than that which was three feet afore him.
The great smudging of the landscape ahead of him was not based on the weather or the terrain. It was magic. Some kind of sleight of hand that he could not understand, but could not question the existence of.
He had followed his Chosen here.
Back when she had gone unto the clinic, and he had been terrified that the Brothers had hurt her in retaliation for feeding him, he had waited for her to emerge from treatment, and followed her here. Indeed, she had been manipulated into providing him with her vein. Had saved his life not through true choice, but a conceit created by Throe—and not for the first time did he regret sending that fighter unto the Brotherhood. If he hadn’t sought to punish the male as such, neither one of them would have e’er met her.
And his pyrocant would have remained unknown to him.
For truth, lack of knowledge of that female’s existence, of her scent and the taste of her blood, of those shattering, stolen moments in that car, would have been such a boon to him.
Instead, it was as if he had taken a saw to his own leg and cut it off.
He had unwittingly volunteered to cross her path.
Staring at the edge of the mist, he braced himself and crossed into the barrier. His skin registered an instant warning, his inner instincts activated by the force field, teased by a rootless feeling of terror. Proceeding forth, his boots crunched through the ground cover, only a slight rise informing him that he was, in fact, beginning the ascent up the mountain.
In this moment of triumph, the only place he wanted to be was with the female he could not have.
FORTY-TWO
Generally speaking, if your husband refused to say a word until the pair of you were behind closed doors and alone?
Shit was not going well.
As Beth heard the double doors of the study shut behind them, she went over to the banked fire and put her palms out to the heat. She was suddenly feeling very cold … especially as Wrath did not go behind the desk and sit down on his father’s throne.
Her hellren settled into one of the two French-blue sofas, and the effeminate little thing let out a very unlady-like protest as his weight landed.
George settled at his master’s feet, the dog staring up as if he, too, were waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Wrath just stared straight ahead even though he couldn’t see a thing, his brow tight behind the bridge of his wraparounds, his aura black as his hair.
Turning, she backed her butt into the heat source and crossed her arms. “You’re scaring me.”
Silence.
“Why aren’t you sitting behind the desk,” she said roughly.
“It’s not mine anymore.”
Beth felt all the blood leave her head. “What are you … I’m sorry, what?”
Wrath took off his sunglasses and braced an elbow on his knee as he rubbed his eyes. “The Council has removed me.”
“What the … fuck. How? What did they do?”
“It doesn’t matter. But they got me.” He laughed in a short burst. “Listen, at least now all that paperwork over there? Not my problem. They can govern themselves—have a ball infighting and arguing about stupid bullshit—”
“What were the grounds?”
“You know what’s really f**ked-up? I hated doing the job, and yet now that it’s gone…” He rubbed his face again. “Anyway.”
“I don’t get it. You’re the King by blood and the race is ruled by the monarchy. How did they do this?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
Beth narrowed her stare. “What are you not telling me?”
He burst up and walked around, having memorized the furniture layout long ago. “This’ll give us more time together. Not a bad thing, especially if you’re pregnant. And hell, if you have a young now, part of what I was all up in my head about is a non-issue—”
“I’m going to find out, you realize. If you don’t tell me, I’ll get someone who will.”
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