A Mate for the Senator (Brion Brides 9)(3)

The light in her light blue eyes was sad and a little distant, like there was a wall between them that Xaven couldn't see. He felt it, though. It was as real as they were. Eleya might as well have stood on the other side of the galaxy.

"I don't doubt you," his gesha said. "No Brion man would lie about the fated bond, but I'm sure you understand this comes as a shock to me. After Eren, I never imagined I could have another fated mate."

"Fate gives us what we want," Xaven said, taking a step closer to her. "Second bonds aren't unheard of. They aren't even a rarity."

"I know," Eleya said. "But I didn't imagine it happening to me. You know my first bond didn't work, so..."

She was silent for a long moment as the cruiser starting shaking a little, signaling that they were entering the atmosphere of Briolina.

"I suppose it's not fair to compare you to Eren," Eleya said, looking at him seriously. "You are not him and I can't blame you for any of the wounds he left behind.

"I just need you to know that I can't love. You are my new gerion and I accept that. I'm sure we can handle each other fine, but don't expect me to throw myself at you, because that will not happen."

Xaven considered her words. Every last one of them cut straight to his core, more painful than any blade. He looked at the beautiful female in front of him, perfect for him in every way, realizing only then that the beauty hid so many wounds that hadn't healed.

With Brion unflappability, stronger than the roots of the galaxy, he accepted that.

It was a tradition for all Brion geshas to fight at first. Historically, it symbolized the strength of the bond – the fated couple had to earn their love through hardships and battle. It was the only way to show that they were willing to give everything of themselves to the other.

Like all extremes, it had also been proved a myth. Eleya was a living example of the fact that sometimes geshas fought until the end and never gave in. And some females never bothered with playing coy when the love they'd waited for their entire life stood in front of them.

As for Xaven, he welcomed the challenge. Eleya was a female worth fighting for and then some.

He took her hand, pulling the High Senator into his arms. Eleya didn't resist, but the willingness of her body didn't sit well with the coldness of her eyes.

Xaven pressed his hand to her heart, loving the feel of her warmth against his flesh. Her perfect breast was soft and fit into his palm like she was made for him. A soft smile and a raised eyebrow proved to Xaven that Eleya wasn't nearly as stony as she appeared to be.

"This heart might not beat for me yet," he told her, his deep voice calm and firm, "but it will."

Eleya looked at him. She was tall for a female, but even she had to crane her neck a bit to meet his gaze.

There was a fire burning behind her blue eyes. It was the life spirit of every Brion, impossible to damage and put out before the Brion drew their last breath. It fed and nurtured every other emotion in their bodies.

Xaven saw the flare when he spoke and had to fight to keep the victorious smile off his lips.

Eleya was an ice queen, but he'd melted the first drop off the walls that surrounded her heart. The captain knew that it would be a hard task to get a woman like Eleya to open up to him the way a fated was supposed to, but it was a battle he entered happily.

Luckily for him, Xaven had all the patience in the world where it mattered.





3





Eleya





It was three days since she'd seen her new gerion.

When they got back to their home planet, Eleya had sent Xaven away to Briolina's warrior academy. The entire mess was a nightmare, a hyperbole gotten out of control.

General Castalen was gone, replaced by a new warlord, as she'd predicted. Eleya didn't rejoice in death, but she was glad that the Titanium had a strong leader again. She'd already met the new general to officially give him the position he'd already earned with the sharp blade of his spear. Bormen looked like a capable warrior with a quiet intelligence, which was perfect for a Brion general.

The Galactic union     thought of them as fools with muscles of steel and Brions had kept it that way for centuries. It suited their purposes best to have the rest of the galaxy still underestimate them after all those years.#p#分页标题#e#

Xaven was the only loose thread from the situation. Word had gotten out – because of course it had. All the generals spied on each other, as did she. The galaxy would have been shocked to find out exactly how quickly word moved between the fifteen mighty flagships and Briolina.

So Eleya had did the best she could to cover it all up. No one wanted to start a snowball of disobedience on the flagships. She was certain the generals would restore order in no time, but it was better to avoid the loss of great warriors. Times were as troubling as they always were in the union     and Brions needed to be ready.

The official stance was that Eleya had pulled a talented captain away from the Titanium to see if he would be a good fit to become a spear master in the academy. Training young warriors was one of the few reasons why any active member of the army would ever leave a flagship.

That, and becoming the High Senator, Eleya added in her mind.

Xaven had accepted, on the condition that he didn't have to actually do it. Reluctantly, Eleya had agreed to authorize his return. She'd find a place for her gerion that kept the troublemaker away from anything that might damage the Brion battle-readiness.

Secretly, Eleya was impressed. It took some skill and stubbornness to have that kind of an impact in a warrior world where no two egos fit in one room.

A flash of emotion shot through her when Xaven entered her lounge in the High Senator's palace. It came as a surprise and Eleya wasn't entirely sure whether it was a pleasant one or not.

She'd hadn't expected to miss the man, just a little.

"My gesha," Xaven said, the wide smile on his face accentuating his handsome features.

He was coming in for an embrace, but Eleya took a step back, placing a hand on the warrior's armored chest and stopping him.

"Xaven," she said shortly, ignoring the call of her body. "It's good to see you."

It was harder to concentrate around the man than anticipated as well. Eleya hadn't lacked for male company after the death of her gerion, but she tired of them quickly. It was hard to hold her interest and most of the warriors she'd allowed in her bed were trying too hard.

Xaven wasn't doing that. Perhaps it was because he was her fated, but Eleya didn't think that was it. The captain simply was who he was and it appealed to her.

The fact that her body literally couldn't resist him was definitely helping, but Eleya was an expert at dealing with that.

Contrary to popular belief, she felt the desire and the pull in her failed bond. Eren had been her gerion and with every day when she refused to acknowledge that, the bond had tugged at her harder. It had made no difference to her, as Eleya had found. Her morals and her beliefs held, but there was no denying it had been hard.

She'd seen the man executed. It had been like someone had cut her heart in half, but after that, the relief had gradually set in.

Eleya was free. At least she had been for a long while.

"It's good to see you too," Xaven said, the tone of his voice making it abundantly clear he was intending to mock her formality.

Eleya gestured to the table by the balcony that opened into the cool and breezy Briolina night.

"Tell me about your trip," she said, taking a seat and ignoring Xaven's attempt to turn them into something they were not.

"The academy is what it's always been," Xaven said, pouring some wine for them. "Full of young upstarts and cannon fodder. They're the same as they've ever been."

Eleya leaned back and observed the captain. She couldn't deny the man was more handsome than she would have believed possible. The loneliness in her heart wanted to reach out to him, pull her fated close to her as it was supposed to be and let him heal her. Years after Eren had brought her physical comfort, but not the mental one. It was very possible to be completely alone in the midst of so many people.

Xaven was already proving himself to be an antidote for that. For example, Eleya had barely noticed that Towaren had accompanied them back from the flagship. She hadn't registered him boarding her cruiser, but when she sent her gerion away, her aide was there. Smiling, like he knew something she didn't.

For all that, there was something that rubbed her the wrong way about Xaven, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

"We are all upstarts," she pointed out. "We are Brions. This is how we make our way in the world. No one gives us anything. We reach out and take what we want."

"I agree," Xaven said. "That's why I've always forged my own path, not followed others. You weren't the first person to suggest to me that I should be a general. I'm just not interested in it. All those young warriors trying to vie for the position."#p#分页标题#e#

The captain paused for a moment, looking at her seriously.

"You remember how it was," he continued. "I know you've killed idiots who thought they could take you on. Being a female general, I imagine you got more challenges than the men."

"True," Eleya allowed freely. "At first. After a few times my warriors learned the lesson that it wasn't just a fluke. From there on, the challenges were mostly serious. But I will admit, every year there are a few who imagine they can become a general straight out of the academy."