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“From what I understand, there was another there to look after her,” I growled. “No, Bea. I’ll not hear your excuses on this occasion. We’ll take you to London and keep you under watch until I feel I can trust you to curb your wild need to charge—heedless of your own safety—into whatever scrape you think needs your attention.”
I regretted my words before I finished speaking. Her passion and independence attracted us. She called to my alpha, which preened knowing such a creature as her submitted to me. But the fear, the paralysing fear, when I’d heard from Orley, she’d taken off after the runaways.
I rolled us over so that I pressed her into the nest, so that she felt my alpha weight. “Trix, you cannot persist in such risky behaviour.”
“You… I thought better of you,” she hissed. Even wounded and lying pale against a mountain of pillows, Beatrice was the manifestation of offended dignity. Knowing that I had pushed too far, I rested on my arms so that I could look down at her.
“I worry… Ten years! And you literally gallop towards danger—leaving no message except that you’ve gone after them. You’ve no idea… Must make clear to you that, as an alpha, it’s near impossible to see something like that and not go mad. I felt it. I knew something had happened.”
“Impossible,” she scoffed and shifted, her naked body teasing mine. I bit back any sound of a sexual nature. Now was not the time to bring any attention to how intimately we were joined.
“Very well, a hunch, then. Instinct in knowing you for all your life.”
“You missed ten years… Ten formative years. You were not there for them.”
“Beatrice…” Pax growled.
“No! I’ve thought about it. Other than our bodies, how well do we know each other? I… Are we ready? You say I’m reckless, call me a menace… Does that make the basis of a happy mating? A year, ten. And what do we know of each other? What do we know?” Tears dampened her cheeks.
“Trix. I never should have left…”
“That is not what I mean. Ten years.” Her body trembled. “We have all changed. War. Balls. Death. Whatever it might be, nothing is the same. And I hate that.”
