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“I did, and that was the very fucking second I knew you were it for me. I was worried about how committed you seemed to be to Alastor. I really thought I would need to start over again with our children, but it turns out that you, Carwen, were quite literally made for me. When you cut her throat, I came harder than I ever had before- until I actually buried myself in you, that is. The moment the light faded from mother’s eyes, you glowed, and I fucking knew you would be able to take anything I dished out.”
“I did?” I look up at him under lowered lashes, embarrassed that I didn’t notice him watching me.
“You lit up that fucking hell hole. I wasn’t expecting you to show up. I had been out there, watching for Haden to come back with his supplies for him and Maribel.” He shakes his head, closing his eyes like he’s picturing it all over again. “They were weak. My father couldn’t even kill the crazy bitch, so he took care of her out there in that cellar. They lived there. Together.”
“Why?”
“Just stop, Leiv.” Haden snarls standing from the kitchen floor and wipes his arm across the dried blood caking his face. “You have no fucking right to talk about her.”
“You should have stayed down there on the floor, son.” Father snorts from his chair.
“For once, you’re right, Alastor.” Leiv laughs. “Have a seat, Haden. This is where things get really good. You missed seeing this part when you were out in town, getting drunk and buying the bitch some snacks. Anyway, after Carwen killed our mother, she skipped- literally skipped across the meadow- and back here. It was incredible to watch until you put your hands on her Alastor. You knew something had changed that day, didn’t you, Old Man? Is that what made you decide to try to have a child with her now? Why you stopped slipping birth control into her food?”
“He what?!” I shriek, shooting to my feet, and I storm across the room, launching myself onto Father’s lap, wrapping my hands around his throat, squeezing. Alastor doesn’t take his eyes off of mine, and he doesn’t struggle against my hold. It’s as if he wants to die, and I cry out when I’m suddenly lifted off of him. Robbing me of my vengeance.
“No.” Leiv carelessly drops me onto the floor. “I didn’t say you could kill him, Carwen.”
“But he-”
“Is mine to fucking deal with!” He seethes, towering above me. “Calm down or I’ll throwyouin that damn cellar for a few weeks while you get your temper under control. You are not in charge here.”
I breathe in and out roughly. Centering myself as I did when we were little to avoid a beating, with both hands clenched behind my back, begging to strike out.
I love him. I will not cut him. I love him. I don’t want to kill him. I love him. He’s my family. I love him. He’s my husband. I. Love. Him.
I grin up at Leiv.
“What?” He raises a brow, grimacing distrustingly at my sudden change in demeanor.
“Yours.” I nod.
“Excuse me?” He tilts my face up with his pointer finger. “What’s mine?”
“I’m your wife.” I exhale the last of my fury, slowly. “And you’re my husband now.”
“Yes, you are.” He offers me a hand. “Now, stand up and listen becausemywife will be helping me deal with these two.”
“And then?” I grip tightly to Alastor’s knife.
“Then I’m taking you to bed, and the only thing you’ll be doing until you are carrying my child is eating and fucking.”
“Yes, sir.”
* * *
“Wait here, Wild One.”Leiv drags the large wooden chair from the dining table into the living room, setting it roughly two feet from Alastor’s chair, and kisses my forehead. “I’m going to go work out the details of what to do with him with Haden, and then we’ll get moving.”
“What do you mean we’ll get moving? Moving where?”
“You’ll see.” He taps the end of my nose with his finger playfully and winks before he turns away, walking into the kitchen, and laughs at Haden, who’s using the reflection from the toaster to examine his mess of a face.
“Hello, Daddy.” I sit facing him, kicking my legs back and forth in the large chair. “How are you feeling?”
“Fantastic, Wil-” Alastor chokes back the rest of my nickname when Leiv appears in the doorway. “Carwen. I’m just fucking great, Carwen.”
“Good. May I move my seat closer to him, Leiv?” I stand quickly and drag the heavy chair until it’s against Father’s recliner when Leiv nods his approval, still not taking his eyes off of us while he talks about man things with Haden. “So, Daddy. Have you learned your lesson yet?” I turn his arm over, poking the bulging veins on the top of his hand, and smile as each one rolls under the thick, tanned skin.
“You used to do that to my hand when you were little,” he says softly. “You were such a good girl back then.”
