“What were the grounds?”
“You know what’s really fucked-up? I hated doing the job, and yet now that it’s gone…” He rubbed his face again. “Anyway.”
“I don’t get it. You’re the King by blood and the race is ruled by the monarchy. How did they do this?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
Beth narrowed her stare. “What are you not telling me?”
He burst up and walked around, having memorized the furniture layout long ago. “This’ll give us more time together. Not a bad thing, especially if you’re pregnant. And hell, if you have a young now, part of what I was all up in my head about is a non-issue—”
“I’m going to find out, you realize. If you don’t tell me, I’ll get someone who will.”
Wrath went over to the desk and ran his hands down the carved edges. Then he fingered the top of the throne, caressing the ins and outs of the wood.
“Wrath. Talk. Now.”
Even with her laying it down like that, it was a long while before he spoke. And when he finally did, his reply was nothing she expected … and as devastating as any piece of it all.
“They based it on … you.”
Okay, time to have a little sit-down.
Going to the same sofa he’d sat in, she all but fell into the soft cushions. “Why? How? What did I do?”
God, the idea that she’d cost him the throne because of something she’d—
“It’s not anything you’ve done. It’s … who you are.”
“That’s ridiculous! They don’t even know me.”
“You’re half-human.”
Well, that shut her up.
Wrath came over and knelt down in front of her. Taking her hands, he held them in his so-much-larger palms. “Listen to me, and you have to be clear on this—I love you, all of you, each and every part of you. You are perfect in every way—”
“Except for the fact that my mother was human.”
“That’s their fucking problem,” he snapped. “I don’t give a fuck about their goddamn prejudice. It doesn’t affect me at all—”
“Noooooot exactly true, is it. Because of me you’re not sitting on that throne anymore, right?”
“You know what? The shit’s not worth it to me. You’re what’s important. You’re what matters. Everything else—everyone else can fuck off.”
She glanced over at the throne. “You mean to tell me you don’t care that your father’s seat is no longer your own?”
“I hated the job.”
“That’s not my point.”
“The past is the past and my parents have been dead for centuries.”
She shook her head. “Does that really matter, though. I know why you stuck with it all—it’s for them. Don’t lie to me—more important, don’t lie to yourself.”
He sat back sharply. “I’m not.”
“Yeah, I think you are. I’ve watched you these past two years. I know what’s motivated you—and it would be a mistake to think all that commitment up and disappears because some third party says you can’t wear the crown anymore.”
“Number one, it’s not ‘some third party.’ It’s the Council. Number two, it’s a fait accompli. What’s done is done.”
“There must be something you can do. Some way around this—”
“Just drop it, Beth.” He got to his feet, his head turning in the vague direction of the throne. “Let’s move ahead—”
“We can’t.”
“Fuck that.”
“It’s one thing if you resigned, or abdicated or whatever the hell it’s called. That’s free choice. But you don’t do well taking orders from other people.” She tacked on dryly, “We’ve discussed this before.”
“Beth, you gotta let this go—”
“Think about the future, a year from now, two years from now … do you mean to say you’re not going to resent me for this?”
“Of course not! You can’t change who you are. It’s not your fault.”
“You say that at this moment, and I believe you—but a decade from now, when you look your son or daughter in the face, you think you won’t resent me a little for cheating them out of—”
“Getting shot at? Criticized by all comers? Placed on a pedestal you don’t want to be on? Hell, no! All that shit is part of the reason I didn’t want a goddamn kid!”
Beth shook her head again. “I’m not so sure about that.”
“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, locking his hands on his hips. “Do me a favor and don’t make up my own fucking mind for me, okay.”