I was tempted to stride back to my bedroom suite in my underwear, or strip down to nothing. Let his court see me in all my glory.
“Be my guest.” He no doubt discerned my thoughts from my body language. He swung an arm out. “If you’d prefer to walk around without the robe, I certainly won’t object.”
“You really should quit speaking now.”
“Make me.”
“Don’t tempt me, demon.”
“Do it.” He moved until he towered over me. “Use your power. Fight back.”
Childish taunt. I dipped into my source of magic, trying to wrench a bit of power up to knock him on his smart ass. A wall of nothing greeted me again. I was so frustrated, I wanted to scream. Wrath’s eyes narrowed, missing nothing.
“We will train every day until the Feast of the Wolf. You will learn to protect yourself from my brothers. Or you will suffer greater indignities than the ones I have demonstrated today. Be thankful, fiancée, that I do not wish to harm your person. Only your ego and pride. Both, if I am not mistaken, can be repaired.”
“You made me stab you.”
“I heal fast.”
Too bad the emotional impact of today’s little lesson wouldn’t heal as quickly. I cinched the belt at my waist. “I despise you.”
“I can live with your hate.” A muscle in his jaw flickered. “Far better to use it to your advantage, rather than adore me and succumb to the depravity of this world.”
“Why violence?” My voice was quiet. “You did not need to unleash my wrath that way.”
“I offered you an outlet. Vengeance is poison, a slow death of self. Seek justice. Seek truth. But if you choose revenge over all else, you will lose more than your soul.”
“You cannot seriously be claiming to care about my soul.”
“Your grief cannot be extinguished through hatred. Tell me, do you feel as you imagined? Did spilling my blood heal your wounds? Have those scales of justice finally tipped into balance, or did you slip a little further into something you don’t recognize?”
I set my jaw and glared. We both knew I did not feel better. If anything, I felt worse.
“I didn’t think so.” He turned on his heel and strode toward the door. “I will meet you here tomorrow evening.”
“I never agreed to multiple training sessions.”
“Nor did you set parameters during our bargain. I suggest you come prepared to do battle, or you will find yourself once again in your underthings, on your hands and knees before me, begging. Or stabbing. Or both.”
I reined in my emotions. Wrath was currently a giant ass, but he was never impulsive. “Does the timing of this first lesson have to do with my visiting House Envy?”
“No.” Wrath did not turn back, but he paused before opening the door. “Votes to choose the guest of honor for the Feast of the Wolf were cast yesterday.”
And there it was. He must have hoped someone more interesting would have emerged to take my place. “You still believe I’ll be chosen.”
“Of that I have little doubt.”
“Your plan tonight was to what? Show me how heartless you truly are, how powerful?”
“My brothers will be more than happy to show you how sinful they can be in front of a large, eager audience.” He took a deep breath. “If you thought Makaden was bad, his behavior is nothing compared to a gathering hosted by my family. They will take until they’re bored. Then they’ll discard the broken pieces. And,” he added quietly, “if you are so appalled by what just happened here, in front of only me, you truly have no idea what you’re in for.”
“You should have warned me we’d begin training tonight.”
“My brothers will not ask. Nor will they give any warning.”
“I am not betrothed to your brothers. If you want an equal, I suggest treating me like one. We may have made a bargain, but that does not mean I couldn’t be forewarned.”
“The point of this lesson was to show how vulnerable you are, not shame you.”
I stared at the tense lines of his back. The white-knuckled grip he had on the door handle.
“I am not a hero, Emilia. Nor am I a villain. You ought to know that by now.”
“Leave me. I’ve heard enough excuses tonight.”
He didn’t move for a beat, and I braced myself for whatever he seemed to be struggling with saying. Without another word, he slipped from the room, the door quietly shutting behind him. I stared at the door for a few moments, gathering myself.