And because Athalar was going, Bryce was going. And because Bryce was going, Ruhn was going. And Tharion would join them, as the River Queen had ordered him to.
Flynn, Dec, and Ithan would remain—too many people going would raise suspicions. But they’d been pissed to learn of it. You’re benching poor Holstrom, Flynn had complained. Dec had added, Do you know what that does to a male’s ego? Ithan had only grunted his agreement, but hadn’t argued, a distant expression on his face. Like the wolf’s mind was elsewhere.
“Who’s going to be there?”
“He angled his head. “We got word that Pippa Spetsos and her Lightfall squadron will also be present. We have some questions for her about … a missing person.”
She straightened. “Is Spetsos being given command of the Valbaran front?”
“I don’t know. But we’re hoping we can convince whoever is there from Command otherwise. We suspect that she and Lightfall have left a trail of bodies all around the countryside.”
Day was quiet for a moment, then asked, “Do you know the name of the ship that’s carrying the prototype?”
“No.”
“What island?”
“Why are you grilling me on this?”
“I want to make sure it’s not a trap.”
He grinned. “Because you’d miss me if I died?”
“Because of the information they’d squeeze from you before you did.”
“Cold, Day. Real cold.”
She laughed softly. “It’s the only way to survive.”
It was. “We’re going to Ydra. That’s all I know.”
She nodded, like the name meant something to her. “If they catch you, running is your best option. Don’t fight.”
“I’m not programmed that way.”
“Then reprogram yourself.”
He crossed his arms. “I don’t think I—”
Day hissed, bending over. She twitched, almost convulsing.
“Day?”
She sucked in a breath, then was gone.
“Day!” His voice echoed across the void.
He didn’t think. Launching over the fainting couch, he sprinted down her end of the bridge, into the dark and night, flinging himself after her— Ruhn slammed into a wall of black adamant. Time slowed, bringing with it flashes of sensation. No images, all … touch.
Bones grinding in her left wrist from where it was being squeezed tight enough to hurt; it was the pain that had awoken her, pulled her away from the bridge— Willing herself to yield, give over, become his, to find some way to savor this. Teeth scraping at her nipple, clamping down— Ruhn collided with the ground, the sensations vanishing. He surged to his feet, pressing a palm against the black wall.
Nothing. No echo to tell him what was happening.
Well, he knew what was happening. He’d gotten the sense of very rough sex, and though he had the distinct feeling that it was consensual, it wasn’t … meaningful. Whoever slept at her side had woken her with it.
The impenetrable black loomed before him. The wall of her mind.
He had no idea why he waited. Why he stayed. Had no idea how much time passed until a flame once more emerged from that wall.
Her fire had banked enough that he could make out long legs walking toward him. Halting upon finding him kneeling. Then she dropped to her knees as well, flame again swallowing her whole.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
“Yes.” The word was a hiss of embers being extinguished.
“What was that?”
“You’ve never had sex before?”
He straightened at the slicing question. “Are you all right?” he asked again.
“I said I was.”
“You weren’t—”
“No. He asked, albeit a bit suddenly, and I said yes.”
Ruhn’s insides twisted at the utter iciness. “You don’t seem to have enjoyed it.”
“Is it your business whether I find release or not?”
“Did you?”
“Excuse me?”
“Did you orgasm?”
“That’s absolutely none of your business.”
“You’re right.”
Again, silence fell, but they remained kneeling there, face-to-face. She said after a tense moment, “I hate him. No one knows it, but I do. He disgusts me.”
“Then why sleep with him?”
“Because I …” A long sigh. “It’s complicated.”
“Indulge me.”
“Do you only sleep with people you like?”