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He was in control.
"You know," Ela said to Maela, "I've never been on one of those little carts you people ride around town in. Not the carriages, mind, but the open ones."
"A park cart?" Maela asked.
"That," Ela agreed. "You don't happen to know how to drive one, do you?"
"No," Maela assured him. "Ladies don't drive carts, Ela. It's not something I was ever taught."
He sighed, making a point of it. "Well, then I suppose you'll have to find some other way to entertain me, hm? After all, I did come all this way to keep you company."
"That's enough!" Tath barked, jumping to his feet.
Calmly. Arrogantly. Decisively, Ela looked up at the fury on the man's face. "I just didn't want the lady of the house to feel like Nari was getting all the attention, Lord Ranndor."
"You will not talk to my wife that way," Tath warned.
"Sit down," Talin told his brother.
Thiemo's head was whipping from side to side as he watched. Pia had a napkin pressed to her lips, looking like she was about to pass out any moment. My blade was ready, and I'd already judged the distance between myself and Tath three times. It didn't change, but I kept making sure of that.
"She is my wife," Tath growled.
Ela smiled, and it was the cruelest look I'd ever seen. "I understand that, Lord Ranndor. In case you've forgotten, I'm a Priest of the Body."
Tath threw his napkin on the table and pointed for the door. "We will talk about this in the other room, away from the women."
Together, Ela and I pushed our chairs back. The rage had finally settled, and the only word I had for this sensation between us was power. Ela's power. Tath had just made a very bad choice.
