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“You don’t deserve it, but I would have made your death quick. Now, I will enjoy watching you slowly die until you fade out of existence. And you’ll be lucky if the King lets your mother keep her head,” Jay spat.
Jay looked at me. The blood no longer trickled from my wound, but my throat was still covered in my own blood.
“And you’ll keep your mouth closed about whatever it is that youthinkyou know about Alarie and my powers, or you’ll find yourself wishing that you had faded faster,” Jay promised.
Jay scooped me into his arms and ran back to the manor, setting me down on the lounge in the front study.
“You ok?” he asked, his hand delicately running down the length of my bloody neck as his concerned eyes roved over the rest of my body.
I nodded my head, clutching his hand.
“I love you,” he said, his intensity dripping from every word.
I could tell from the way he said it that Jay thought the incident with Cole had pushed us past our fight that morning. But, in my book, the facts remained the same.
“I love you,” I replied, but compared to the ferocity of Jay’s words, my words felt hollow.
He tenderly stroked my jawline, and I grabbed his hand, dragging it to my lips where I kissed the inside of his palm. I moved his hand covered in Cole’s blood over my heart, forcing his fingers to almost painfully dig into my breast so that I could feel something,anythingother than what I felt at that moment. I wanted to distance myself from everything that had just happened and get lost in the love and safety that came with Jay’s touch.
Seeing the need in my eyes, Jay took his other hand and wrapped it around the back of my neck, pulling my body into his. He wrapped his hand in the back of my hair, gently pulling my head back until I looked into his fierce eyes.
I decided my words were not to be trusted, so I moved my mouth over his. I tried to convey the half of my feelings that I wanted to share with Jay in my kiss while hiding the reservations I still held regarding our future.
Jay released a growl from his throat in response to the passion I infused into my kiss. For just that moment, I put aside all thoughts other than the taste of his lips.
38
Jay
Leaving Alarie safe and asleep in her own bed, my agents all around and outside of the manor, I stormed into the King’s private study, unannounced. I could see the immediate concern on my best friend’s face when he saw the violence in my eyes.
“Jay, what happened?” the King exclaimed.
“Fucking House Tragon is what happened! We should have never let them in the Court, much less the High Council, Grey.”
The King was well aware of my feelings about Lila Tragon, but he could tell that the murderous intent he felt rolling off of me was not that.
The King walked to the bar and made himself and me a drink. I stood pacing in front of the large window overlooking Vlaise.
“Jay, what happened?” the King tried again, handing me a drink.
I shot back the entire glass of scotch and handed Grey back the empty glass. Grey went back to the bar, filled up my glass again, and then handed it to me and waited.
“Cole Tragon,” I began through gritted teeth, “forced himself on Alarie,” I said, forcing myself to loosen my grip on the glass on my hand before it shattered.
“Jay.”
I saw Grey notice the specks of blood on my sleeves.
“Does Lila know? What did you do with his body?” the King asked, no doubt picturing Cole shredded by my longsword and his corpse left displayed on the steps of House Tragon.
I’d thought about it. When I had left Alarie, I’d thought about it again, about finding Cole instead of going to the King.
“He isn’t. I didn’t kill him,” I responded simply, my nostrils flaring.
“I left him with a fate much worse than any death I could give him, Grey. He’s fading.”
I saw my words hit him. It was an unbelievably painful subject for him, even now, all these years after his wife’s passing.
